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womans walk through the possbilties of pleasure
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The f word of misunderstanding
Yes yes yes, I have let it creep into my mind, as I think about, the whispers that some seem to think it should be,
But me I’m a woman that loves to think about it, image, and horn my self with its delights,
Yes I know I have not had a good fuck in awhile, it seems to ease its way into my mind, in the middle of the night, as I toss an turn, waiting for relief to happen,
But it doesn’t, what can a dream do for me, so I find myself letting my hand discover me again, as my toy which is cold gives me some pleasure, but all the while, you think about a nice warm hard cock in you, as you gratify you,
I find myself, as most woman want admit looking at a good looking man an saying how large is he, I wonder how he kisses, as your panties become wet, and the smell of sex sips into your mind,
Your thought’s are not the same, and your day is shot, as you vision it all day, yeah I know 24 hours a day I think about fucking sometimes, kiss the thought of gratification,
Taunting you’re of how your pussy will fill, when relief finds your bed and the thought of chills you,
Yes yes yes I devourer pleasure, if I could fly into it I would, no running that’s to slow,
I once thought a man was man, until I became me, I want the body, the kiss of passing, the hold of something to remember, the weight of something I can feel, an think about when he’s not around, I want to see the package before I say the m word, I would like to try it out, see if it fit’s something I know I would run away from one day, and in the long run I want something that will make me wet when his not around,
I want to know delight again, my pussy crying aloud, screaming don’t you thin its time, cob webs are growing down here, as I try to ignore my own echo, my own tears of begging me,
Yes I see it so clearly, a dick, a pussy and me, something that makes me sweat 24 hours a day 7 days a week,
Yes the f word is misunderstood, and I am one to correct it’s suggestion, a word that gives relief, it’s something to whisper about, but shout, I got mine, you need to get yours, and getting I will be, I fill a fuck coming on.
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