In my imagination
You were the guy
Who could not keep his hands off me
Who groped for my curvaceous back in the dark
To pull close to you,
To feel the butter smooth skin of the fleshy waist.
In my imagination
You were the guy who burnt hot kisses into my breast
In the dark of the night
Who made my lips quiver
And my insides ache
With want of you.
In my imagination
You were the guy who held me close
To caress
To pluck my nipples from my breast
With wet lips
And feel my thighs with callused palms
In my imagination
You were the guy who wanted me
Every night
To have and consume, to savour
Like a man must a woman he loves.
I orgasmed with the thought.
In my imagination
You were the guy
Who would turn me around
To kiss me on the nape of my neck,
My arched back,
My soft butt.
In my imagination
You were the guy
Whose hands I let explore
Every tiny crevice, curve and fold
Of my willing body.
I saved myself up for you.
