27 November 2012
[Erm, rather dirty. Over 16's I suppose]
When I wake, Realise with a sigh It was just a dream, My excitement Unjustified, Wishing it was Your hands between My aching thighs Instead of my own; This solo pleasure is Welcome yet hollow, An echo of the groans Your deft fingers Teased out, but Missing the warmth And heaviness of Your body above me, Realisation that this Pleasure is much, much Better together.
Solo Pleasure • Opuss № I