• Him and I are one,
    but why do I want another to touch me?

    Is it because mine can't?

    Oh I wish he could touch me.
    Oh that would be perfect.

    I can see and hear us now...

    The moans coming my mouth.
    The ones coming from his.

    My shirt frist, then his.
    My bra next.
    His pants first, then mine.

    He moves his hand down my body, in my body.
    Moans escaping from my mouth.

    I can'
    t hold it anymore.
    I tell him to go inside me!

    He does, slow at frist
    then a little faster.

    Faster and faster!
    Harded I say, he does.
    Deeper I say, he does.

    We can't hold it anymore,
    one last moan then...
    I wake up.