Moth to a Flame

by Lakesha Jenkins

You tempt me to be careless
Though dangerous I am drawn like a moth to your flame
Something about your voice ignites the furnace deep inside me
I feel alive
I am on fire
I desire you in the worst no best possible way
My mind retrieves your image as my hands seek out release
The Sweetest release
Fingers spread me wide
I am sopping wet
The tingle builds to a crescendo as I cum close
Close to riding the wave of desire that radiates off you 
from what might as well be a million miles away
My body shudders
I imagine its your hand taking me on this ride
My fingers slide inside, deep, deeper, deeper still 
Until that secret place that has been waiting opens wide
I swallow myself inside myself
I make myself believe my body is swallowing you
My tempo increases
Sighs escape my lips, both sets
Guttural are the moans 
Primal, intense, heated is the dance 
I move to a beat that I imagine to be your heartbeat
I tighten 
I shake
I catch fire entirely
My desire has pushed me over the edge
I cum thinking of you cumming with me,  inside of me
Your lips on mine
Time passes
The heat fades
I am sated
Yet I am starved
Eventually I realize the bath water has grown cold
I sigh as I dry myself
Then I  remind myself what happens when moths get to near flames

Moth to a Flame by Lakesha Jenkins

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