Thoughts of you

The way your lip curves to the left...
That devious glint in those soul piecing baby blues.. 
The graspy tone that tells me to come as if I wasnt already on my way...
My back arches before you  touch me...
Ripples down your stomach ...
Endentions at your sides lead to the v outlining your firmly soft skinned belly make my mouth water...
Willingly I obey...
Master of my tremble I'm servant to your desire...
Waking again without you here...
My man o how I miss your face and voice...