At night I lay with folded arms, longing for your touch

Hoping that one day you would return

My love grows more each day as my life begins anew

Our past behind us never to be reborn in anger

Only love grows in this house

I long for your touch, your fingers so delicate and rare

How they embraced my body, my mind, my soul, no longer there

Our bodies intertwined only touching, only exploring

No penetration,

As I look upon our bodies, we share more

The marks of our birth, laid gently upon our asses

Dreaming, hoping, longing for your taste

Remembering words, your words of lament, words of our lust

“No one can be this nasty with you but me…”

This was the first and second time our bodies met

Nights when only touching, tasting and the ‘squirt” were shared

Oh, the magic of the “squirt”

If only my body could feel yours now…

Thinking of how your tonque would lash across my nipples, endlessly

Then turning me over, as you enjoyed each movement of my “Boypussy”

Then my mouth, touching, tasting you from behind

No penetration,

You cum, holding your heart as if being taken from you in that instance

I lick you, your ass, your clit, as your body calms and then the ‘squirt”

The longing for, the hotness that festered within my body until the time

The time that you release me, moving in and out of the warmth,

The wetness that your body offers me

Our bed wet, with the unbridled passion of hours of pleasure

Your taught it to me, you gave me the first

Do you remember

I looked in wonder and knew your body and mine were meant to be

But time has now moved on, we now share separate lives

But the “squirt” it still remains, the passion, the love, the lust, the time

We lost the meaning of the ‘squirt”, but it shall be recaptured.

I wait for your bodies touch, its taste and your longing and need for the “squirt”

Only your soul-body can give me this release, only the rejoining of this

Our passion can rekindle the “squirt”….