Touching & Waiting: It’s never enough

Under the covers I hide and wait for my love. Her absence leaves me cold and lonely. I crave her lips on mine and I demand for her hands to touch every inch of my body. It’s excruciatingly painful to await her return. I’ve almost forgotten her scent and how it consumes me. Almost forgotten her taste as she rides my face.  I desire to drink every drop. My throat is dry and I am thirsty. 

Every night she is away, I touch myself, stroking the delicate folds, building my release, but only a little. I refrain from full climax, as I want to wait and explode, as she rides me with a ravenous need. Sometimes I will send her videos so she can watch me play. Sometimes it’s just an audio where she can hear me scream in pleasure. These are the moments we share through distance, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.