Missing
by A.J.Heard

Sleep soaked senses
slowly ease toward awareness.

I Feel gentle strokes across my belly
down to the fleshy, furred vee.
Slipping between sensitive wet lips
hot urgings, hips flex.
Awake!

My hands reach out
search for you in the languid dark
only to find, nothing.
They seek my breasts for comfort.

Hands slide along restless hips
thighs part as wetness flows.
I hunger for your cock.
A matching piece to the puzzle that is us.

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