You disappointed me.
But I expected it.
I only wanted some gratification.
A sign that you cared.
So I stuff it down and tolerate my own dissatisfaction.
I can only think about your hands, your mouth and your dick. When I truly just want your mind.
Finger tips meeting and tiny nibbles. Soft caresses and whispers. The heat between our bodies. I can get it from anyone but the tiniest moments handled with care and tenderness are the moments I don’t forget. Forever leaving me in a state of anticipation and devotion.
– not my own words but each word fits completely,
so I had to borrow them.