I touched myself today with my hands yet I pretended I was you
Exploring, caressing, tasting, touching, sampling, climaxing
Wishing the entire time it was you
My eyes remained closed so the illusion could remain
Breathing heavily
Sighing
Moaning
Wishing your voice whispered softly in my ear, on my neck
On my back...
I convinced myself
By the time I was done
That everything that was done
Had been done by you
I wonder if you felt me, pretending to be, what you were to me
although, sadly, I could never be
You
Or your hands
Touching me