Vishal Dutia

Everytime She masturbates
The feeling is unmatchable
so unexplainable
The rub at each folds
from slow to fast pace
By herself only, she knows no middle pace

At each rub she imagines
Him to be inside of hers
She wonders if their lips also sync
with the erratic heartbeat of hers

At each rubbing her folds
She imagine him to with her
Will he kiss the breasts
where nipples envelope with her sweat

She imagines to be with him
Him to be deep inside of her
moving from slow to middle,
middle to fast, then again fast to middle then middle to slow

sometimes torturous but yet so pleasurable

Everytime She masturbates
She imagines to be with him

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