Dreaming of a younger man,
a taller man,
a thinner man,
a better loving man,
a man who could touch more than
by body,
he could touch
my soul,
could whisper every
move into my
ear, help me to picture
every act in my
mind's eye
before it happened,
his fingertips,
sending scorching
flames through
my breasts
to my pussy,
burning until
I could no longer
stand the pleasure
needed release,
feeling the searing,
the fire,
building in my
innermost being,
traveling the
entirety of my skin,
kisses fanning the
flames,
and as they grow higher
I am unable to catch
my breath,
still,
no release has come,
tongue on my pussy,
tongue in my pussy,
caressing my clitoris,
as it swells and
opens as a flower,
throbbing under
fingertips as they
gently rub across
to get to the
inner places that
brings joy and
pleasure,
the place of fire
and flames,
until,
going in and out
brings the powerful
rush of energy
that is called
orgasm.