Half awake
Lying in bed
Thinking what to write
Nothing in my head.
~•°•~
I hear dogs bark
Vehicles horn
I’m also peckish
Craving caramel popcorn.
~•°•~
Reaching for the switch
A light in the dark
I see myself lay
Like a tree with no bark.
~•°•~
I look at my feet
See pinkish soles
No socks worn
Unpainted toes.
~•°•~
Looking higher
My hairless legs
In between them
Attention it begs.
~•°•~
Around my hips
Gone are tan lines
Nude sunbathing
‘Tis one of the signs.
~•°•~
Gazing at my tummy
A navel that’s deep
There’s a secret in it
My lover and I keep.
~•°•~
My rectus abdominis
With visible contours
A goal that’s met
In flying colours.
~•°•~
I’m liking my curves
Right on every part
Current favorite
A masterpiece of art.
~•°•~
My hands wander
One squeezes a breast
The other prefers
Waking a nipple from rest.
~•°•~
Enjoying myself
Nipples erect
Pleasure down below
I’m surely correct.
~•°•~
One hand caresses
Slowly further below
My fingers reach
A pleasurable hello.
~•°•~
Wider apart
My legs spread
Opposite bows
Flat on my bed.
~•°•~
That hand makes contact
Finds the hidden bean
Do not ask what it is
You know what I mean.
~•°•~
They call it dirty
The middle finger
Cha-cha-cha on my slit
I let it linger.
~•°•~
Back on the tender bean
Solo Salsa dance
Every move is so sure
Not missing a chance.
~•°•~
This self frolic
Makes me feel hot
Between my legs
To deny, I cannot.
~•°•~
Moist builds up
Body worship
Another hand joins
Upon my censorship.
~•°•~
Eyes closed
Hands explore
Breathing deepens
Thoughts implore.
~•°•~
Not a surprise
Tapping the nether
A pleasured sigh
No matter the weather.
~•°•~
After the first
Followed by another
This time I use
Some fancy flogger.
~•°•~
The mild pain
Eyes still closed
Turn into a sting
Feeling exposed.
~•°•~
Pain-pleasure builds
My heart beats faster
A moan escapes
I couldn’t muster.
~•°•~
About to cum
Not this time yet
Edging myself more
We can make a bet.
~•°•~
One more tap
This time, stronger
I am my own
Self-whoremonger.
~•°•~
Resting a bit
Hands on the side
More things in mind
I will have to decide.
~•°•~
Fifteen seconds
It seemed forever
Then a new set of taps
Brought by my flogger.
~•°•~
A tad bit more
Taps that sting
Doused from my own
A fleeting feeling.
~•°•~
I rest some more
Repeat the sequence
I know it’s long gone
Signs of innocence.
~•°•~
This time the flogger
Rests for a while
My hands are back
Traditional style.
~•°•~
Fingers caress
Each velvety fold
Most people know how
Especially the old.
~•°•~
From the mirror
I see reflecting
Glistening glory
With teats erecting.
~•°•~
I watch a finger
Sink in between
Damp folds of pink
Inches near the bean.
~•°•~
Penetrating
Deep within
Eliciting moans
I have to give in.
~•°•~
Pushing further
One more knuckle
If I was standing
My knees would buckle.
~•°•~
Feeling the warmth
And wetness within
Couldn’t help
Add another finger in.
~•°•~
Wet and warm
Vaginal walls clench
Fingers do come hither
I’m cursing in French.
~•°•~
Another hand joins
Digits rubbing clit
Fingers in sync
This is how to do it.
~•°•~
Watching my reflection
A crimson blush
A thin sheen on my skin
I’m about to gush.
~•°•~
Increasing the pressure
Adjusting the paceSelf-love achieved
Written on my face.
~•M•~
