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Feeling so alone,
What comfort is there for me?
I wanted you, so so badly,
I still want you,
A lot more than you want me.
What can I do,
What is there for me to do?
I close my eyes,
And slide my hands into my pants.
Imagining you,
Imagining you being with me right now.
Your face,
Your beautiful naked body.
As I think about it more and more,
I get harder and harder.
My penis is no longer grasped by MY hand,
But instead, I have penetrated you,
And we are making love.
I slide in and out,
You moan,
And groan,
And say my name,
With such pleasure.
As I go faster,
Your moans get louder,
To the point where they arent moans.
You scream at the top of your lungs,
As I take you to the farthest reaches of space,
This feels so good,
I know you like it,
I know you love it.
We're both reaching our climaxes,
I feel like I'm about to explode.
Louder
Faster
Harder
Screaming.....
And there it is.
I came.
But when I open my eyes
I realize that you were never there,
It was just me, and my hand.
I was solo
I feel...
So Low