Does he know how I sit here, leaking and wet for him?
Does he know how I sit here, walls clenching, wanting to grab hold of his cock? Maybe it should be my cock, the way I want to use it all the time.
Do they know, the people around me who don’t know my name but see me here squirming, that I am so needy for him? I am just sitting here in front of these strangers, knowing that he is the one who could help take away this longing.
That is not true, though, is it? Every little piece of him he gives, I just want more, and he knows.
Lisa Gray 