Sometimes I want to message or email you, just because. Talking to you makes me happy. You’re spirit is beautiful and sexy and serene.
I wonder when you’re at home if you get lonely, who’s holding you, kissing your neck softly, and satisfying you.
I want to please you mentally – with a nice gesture that makes you smile, or flowers, or a silly joke/action that is slightly juvenile but refreshing. I want to kiss you, and let you suck me passionately.
I want to make you feel fulfilled, fully. Every inch of your life that feels empty, I want to fill it. Physically, I want to feel you wrap around me softly and snug. I want to run my fingers through your hair while you cream from my slow strong strokes between your bent knees, flexed thighs and arched back. I want to fuck you softly – less than making love but more than just casual sex…but still fucking, passionately, intimately.
I hear your thoughts when you walk past me, thinking about the emptiness. Wondering what it would be like to be with someone who sustains you, even if just temporarily. Let me do that for you. Let me taste your spirit and monotony. Let me get you everything you want and need from a nigga like me.
Whenever you’re ready…
–Me
