Hidden Passion

God, I miss you. I want to feel your hands on my body running over my curves. I want to feel your hands in my hair. Feel your kisses on my lips, down my neck, my chest, my belly, to the place where I want to welcome you most. I want to feel your mouth on me, hot and greedy. Needy. I want to feel your hands on my breasts, squeezing, pinching, caressing.

I want your urgency, your passion, your desire, your need, your love. I love that yours meets mine. I want to feel your hard cock against me and inside me. I know you desire me. We desire each other. It’s always been this way, for years and years and years. We can’t get enough of each other. We haven’t been satiated in all this time. Will we ever be?

I care deeply for you, and I will always care for you with a passion that defies reason, that defies logic, that defies anything that makes sense, but you’re a part of me, and I miss you, and I want you. Always.