With a delicious ache in every muscle of my body, my lips curve up in a smile, when I think of you walking around, wearing nothing but your skin so confidently. Throbbing, remembering the touch of your lips against my heated flesh awakening parts of me I've always kept hidden. A little blush creeps up my cheeks when I replay in my head you filling me, fitting perfectly like a lost piece of puzzle. I smile wider, remembering the innocent touches, feeling your smooth skin against my fingertips, taking in the warmth and every fiber of me, being set on fire. I remember you stroking yourself, your lips wrapped around my taut nipples starving for your attention, inviting your sweet caress and you in all your glory, making art all over me, leaving me in utter awe. I drift to sleep, with half finished poetry and feeling the fire that you set me on still burning hot, melting me, making me deliciously quiver and marking me yours.