I fell asleep thinking about you last night,
My fingers creeping to my pussy, wet, dripping
You say I’m gorgeous and I am modest enough to blush and giggle in response,
But I do believe I am beautiful and perhaps that is my ego speaking but I don’t care anymore
I have plenty, they say, I shouldn’t need more, stop being greedy, selfish
But, I say, why should I have only bread and water when I can have dessert every night?
I am a happy greedy little whore
So I think of you, curious as to how you’ll feel in me, near me
And I wonder….are you thinking of me?