“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
And oh how I think thoughts of you.
The little noises you make, the way your brow furrows, your eyes shut, as you bask in the pleasure of someone touching you.
The soft skin of your thighs.
The scent of you, on my fingers, on my lips, in my bed.
The touch of your hand, the heat of your mouth on me. The taste of your cunt on my tongue.
Oh how I think. Oh what I think.
Thoughts and thoughts
When I think of you…