Everything seems to remind me of you, I walked past a man and he smelt the way you do, earthy, sexy, erotic. I smiled at him but it wasn’t you.
If my pussy could talk she would thank you, she would thank you for applying your lips, for sucking, licking, tasting, especially the slow grind, we both loved it.
She would tell you how happy I was when you invited me to sit on your face and you inhaled and lay there, smiling.
Yet, I look at my phone and I want to call you, I want to tell how much I miss you but I can’t seem to find the words.
What exactly was I running from?
You offered me a connection but I ran and when you finally caught me, I sat there confused, not knowing what to do. You held my hands, waited until I became still and you said “All I have is love for you”. You kissed my neck, that space on my shoulders that makes me moan, you licked my nipples.
You covered me in honey and chocolate sauce and licked it all off.
You kissed the back of my knees and caressed my legs, you eased your lubed fingers into my arse and I sighed “Very kinky”, and I stopped you just to bring you closer to me.
When we fuck, have sex, make love it’s like I can’t be with anyone else…
You brought out the freak, slut and the kink in me, you forever have me thinking what next.
I can still hear the sound of you coming, you calling my name, eyes glazed over, your come coating my fingers…so why the fuck am I writing this letter, I’m on my way, be there, ready, erect and waiting to greet me with your cock and a smile.
Copyright Pashun Nate
