The Wall

Slide me to the edge

And fold me down

I fall in line

I stay in line

When exactly did I become…

Uncomfortable and numb?

Plucking at the thick air

Whipping my hair

I live for the music

Until you’re near

Then I live for you

I’m dreaming today

A day-dream

About that bed

About that edge

About your mouth

My heart just let out a gasp

Impossible to Stifle

“I miss you Beast”

via Daily Prompt: Stifle

Sat on the sofa

You’re sat on the sofa.

Your thoughts wander to me.

Slipping your hand into your panties.

Stroking just to feel.

Feel the slick wet warmth.

The tingling up inside.

The juices coating probing fingers.

The taste of cunt sublime

You’re sat on the sofa.

In masturbatory bliss. 

Pushing yourself until you cum.

A demand of your own, your fix.