I turn the pages with slight movement of my fingers.
Legs spread apart under thick, rainbow coloured covers,
The other hand follows your words.
I read what you write, while my fantasies travel miles.
Your words give a way, to the dirty secrets of my mind.
I cross a thin line between lust and desire,
As I scratch your back and bite your shoulders.
Quick circular motions,
Faster than my fingers can take.
I inhale deep, my moans stuck in my throat like vape.
Ideas of what I can do to you strike my mind like a constant.
And as my motion increases, the wilder my ideas get.
They keep getting wilder, until I collapse into a wet mess.