You are meant for me.
I want to touch you, to smell you, to taste you. I am so far away but I please myself thinking
of you and things we would do together.
I touch my moist clit imagining how I’d run my tongue across your
manhood, coaxing your seed onto my tongue.
I would swallow every last drop.
I want you inside of me. You’re
my desire that I struggle daily without.
For now, we can only share words.
I have to go. I think my husband
is home. And then she hung up the phone.
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