So hard to let go but so fun when we do

God I wish someone would come and help. I’m waiting for you love to come here kiss me and sit on my lap. But your not here I’m alone. So who wants to come see me? I love feeling my fingers run through your hair. As your nails scratch my back. But it’s an illusion and I’m alone. I feel you start to pulse as your about to release. Our eyes meet then warmth all over my lap as I strain to hold on I let go and fill you up.

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