Water cascading down and between my breasts.
slivers of bubbly soap ribboning down over my
down toward my throbbing pussy.
Nipples poking out,
almost scraping against the tile.
I touch myself and try not to moan
I want to cum,
but it’ll echo and tell everyone
what I’m doing.
I won’t be able to enjoy myself
like I want.
It’s not their business.
I want to be loved, rubbed,
fucked and came on.
I want to taste my phantom,
the one making me so wet that I scream.
I want to make them cum;
toes curling, eyes rolled back,
their fingers digging in my skin.
I want to have them claim me;
claim what’s theirs.
I don’t care who thinks they know us.
I want to have them taste me,
take what they’ve created inside of me.
Imagining them making me
Not being able to contain my
Why is it so
I want to feel the pressure
My fingers dig
I can’t contain the moan anymore.
I try to scream within myself
My back against the
cold wet wall.
I let go and don’t care
Loudly I get off and
cum to thoughts of you.