In the night I reach for it, drawing it under the covers with me and pushing it into the heat of my body, desperate to be full as I think about you; Imagining you kissing me, touching me, undressing me, the things you say, the way you smell, how you feel to me, in me and it makes me come.
In the morning I wash away my night time lust and hold it up to the light admiring its beautiful curves and sleek lines and wonder if you would like to watch me fuck myself with this piece of art.
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Holding such possibilities!