Tonight I am hot skin and fevered half-dreams, ragged breaths and raw lust. My heart beats in counter-rhythm to the rain that pounds against my windowpane, the taps against the glass hammering home the transparent divisions between us.
Distance and damnation.
Memories of things to come.
My nipples are on fire for the quenching cool of your mouth and the heat pools in my womb, exacerbating the throb between my thighs.
I ache for you.
I can feel my heartbeat vibrating under every inch of my skin.
Stroking my fingers over the creamy folds of my pussy, I feel my heartbeat, gentle and strong against the sensitive tissues of my warm wet walls and I think to myself…
I’d rather feel yours.