Angel of Death
I thought this was gonna be about female masturbation.
Not written for you but since you asked for it
Arousing thoughts of you
with unexplained imaginary...
Now running the curse of my body
with wild moans heard only by me.
Soft, gentle, pink, perky nipples
being teased and played with only an illusion.
That follows a path steamy and dreamy
stopping just for a second,
as I recall but your sweet whispers
that lull me down into the valley
of self indulgence and pleasers.
Now small ripples of emotions,
done in a haunting circular patter
deeper and strong... harder strokes....
moans growing ever so slightly
calling upon tiny pearls of sweat
that streams down my face,
with hair wildly spun
twisted with the smile of naughty deeds
and evil thoughts provoked only by you.