I miss you; as in I want you. I miss being desired by you. I am hungry for your fingers in my mouth, for the want in you that puts them there. 

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Let me watch and be watched. I want to feel the end of a reaching hand. 

 

When this is all over, we will wait for an empty house and I will take you into the back yard and fuck you under the sky. The sun and I will caress your body. You might mistake the gentle breeze for my fingertips. 

I will bring a silky sheet out and we will smell the grass being crushed beneath us. The daylight will illuminate our bodies and how they metamorphosize in pleasure. Under the sun, our spit and wet will shine. You will pin me down with all the delight your hands conjure. We will share secret gasps as we struggle to keep quiet because we share the open air with neighbours. You might have to cover my mouth with those hands when I will greedily suck your fingertips, I will taste both of us on them. When I have had enough I will take a handful of your hair and let words of lust spill out from my mouth and into your ear. 

I will listen to the sound of planes and distant chatter and your breathing. We will say nothing as I let your cum go from slick to dry on my body.