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You're not here yet,
But you'll be on soon.
You have to be.
I need you to be.
I've felt the need for you today.
Crawling up my ankles
Licking up my thighs
And trickling out of me.
But I can't sooth that ache.
Not yet.
I need you here with me.
To see those words on my screen
Have you seduce me with a keystroke.
I need your keys to stroke me.
But the waiting is killing me.
Closing my eyes I can pull you in
I can take you into me
But it's only me here.
Only my mind doing the prodding.
I need your imagination
To penetrate and fill me.
I'm craving the inspiration you give.
Why are you keeping me waiting?
You're not here yet,
But you will be...
You have to be.
I'm such a willing slave
To your slick and slippery shackles.
I come running home
Turn on my modem
Where I can feel your tongue
Back behind my ears
Trickling down my neck
Slithering between my breasts
Sliding down my stomach
Down past my naval and the crease of my thighs
Flicking gently across my piercing
Gliding down between my pulsing, swollen, salivating lips
And inside, just a finger's length away
Is the key that I'd prefer you to stroke.
Trust me on the length, because I'm there.
My impatient body is overwhelmed.
Without even thinking, I'm stroking the key
My mind washing over in pinks.
Your pink, inside my pink,
Covered in that slick sheen.
My fingertips find my nipples,
I'm getting wetter
And my voice is rising
I'm shaking
And my voice is rising
My breath is trembling
And my voice is rising
My breasts are heaving
And my voice is rising
I'm clutching a fistful of blanket
And my voice is rising
I'm biting the pillow
And my voice stops rising
Because I'm snarling your name
Into a bitten pillow
I'm growling your name
Through the convulsions
That are flushing down my thighs
And across my soaked sheets
I'm panting your name
As I bring my fingers up
To taste what thoughts of you bring
And I'm whispering your name
As I stare at my computer screen.
Do you see what you do to me?
No you can't...can you?
I'm still hungry for more.
I'm not spent, and you're not on yet...
But you will be...
You have to be.



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On Saturday January 22nd, 2005, shadowsinthelight (211) writes:
Ahem, loosens collar.


On Wednesday January 19th, 2005, Psyko (41) writes:
Damn....This is a very good write Penn!! Good fucking job. i likes it! Another fav. ~Nick~



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