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 nibbling so gently and sucking so softly,
As I count 1, 2, 3…as I climb higher and higher rocking with an ecstatic groan.

Squeezing with one hand a nipple so hard, it causes my legs to spread,
While the other hand searches further to satisfy a need of desire.
I see in my minds eye, your tongue traveling to the open door of throbbing passion.
So, I count 1, 2, 3…as my fingers slide in and out of moistness thoroughly on fire.

Abandoning the one lone nipple, my other hand explores a path already searched,
Writhing to the edge of the bed, my thighs are wide to be probed by trembling fingers;
Gently massaging faster and faster till my sweet juices flow as the evening tide,
And I count 1, 2, 3…I'm shivering, I'm shaking, I'm pulsating as my hand lingers.

Your face is the image emblazoned on my mind as I cum in torrents,
Fingers wet with of hot passion and juices of a pleasures delight,
I lick each finger dry as if each was your mouth-watering wand of satisfaction,
And I count 1, 2, 3…as I wait for you to bring my fantasy to flight.