I COUNT 1, 2, 3… It's 3:00 in the morning and I can't sleep; I kick the covers to the floor in a crumpled rage, Because my body is tingling and yearning to be held and explored by you, So, I count 1, 2, 3…as my hands start to engage. As I caress my nipples with thoughts of you sucking each mound, I bite my lower lip and with my eyes half closed, I gently moan, As I imagine that it was you nibmore