I think about you sometimes,
about the way you look,
about the way you taste.
I dream of feeling you brush against my lips,
as they tingle with the heat you radiate.
I’ve loved you in all places,
in all shapes, in all sizes.
I yearn for you.
I yearn to feel you enter my mouth and excite my tatse buds.
I want to feel you in me,
to feel whole, with you.
I must have you once more.
Dedicated to all the cheeseburgers waiting to be consumed by me. What did you think?
I’d love to get some feedback on these kinds of posts, and whether I should even be writing them. I’d like some criticism too. Thanks. 😃