I long for the inner passion in me to be opened to an everlasting love that will console me and make me feel as though nothing else in this world exists. When I close my eyes, I long for a touch that will make my body quiver with anticipation. The warmth of each breath will ride over each slope of my body. The gentle affection of a slightly damp tongue will tease each contour. My toes will curl from the excitement that has been aroused within me. I feel a yearning for you. The slightest tug on my ponytail. The smell of the candles that surround the most explicit moment of one's day. The sheets come off, exposing the rough mattress hidden underneath. As I grab the headboard, I so slightly uplift myself, trying to contribute to my own climax. As I look down I see my own porn being played as you thrust in and out of me. The sound of the wetness, the sound of you slapping against me. This is all so surreal. I feel the tingle......I feel the rush......as you enter deeper.....and deeper.....almost bringing me to tears. My legs shake and my breath is taken from me. I tightly grab onto you....asking you to slow down....but you want it....you want all of it.....you like the way I feel. This rush pulsates on your manhood. Almost as though it is trying to swallow you. It is trying to take you in. It waits for the delicacy that you provide. A steady rhythm.....a gentle glide....you take your time.....the way you scwint your eyes allows me to know that this feeling is taking control of you. My body owns you right now. As I gently move my hips to bind us closer together, you drop helplessly upon me. You shake, you moan, hesitating to move. Now it's you begging me to slow down. But I want it just as bad. I want to feel the rush of you. As the passion is released and reality brought back, you lay next to me. You hold me gently in your arms. Allowing me to know, that we are still in our own world. A world of love.