Again, another write a few weeks old:

She flowed ... and was left to wonder
who it was that was invisibly touching
her. For her flesh ached ...

Heated desires, images of intimate fingers
delicately placed, probing and searching.

Someone was there, in the shadows of her
dark room, as she laid there upon the bed.
Who it was she did not know!

Yet, she did flow ...

His words linger within her mind, talk of
darting tongues left her lounging supine.
She squirmed at the thought of penetration,
deep infiltration of her most private sanctum.

Her flesh ached ... and she flowed.

Bare flesh exposed, glistening repose ...

Who was it that came to her in thought, leaving
her mind to wander in lust? Deft was his touch,
and she felt the breach now, leaving her dripping.

She gave in as thoughts crossed her threshold,
leaving her hungry, wanting more of this benediction.
Her thoughts stray to sweet penetration ...

She flowed ...