that little spark

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?

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