Cravings At home…alone…with nothing but your T-shirt on, I find myself searching for you in my dreams, only to wake and realize that you’re not here. Remembering your touch gives my body chills. The thought of soft facial lips, to pink interior lips, sets my soul ablaze. Midnight tongue lashings-playful ass smacking, you inside me right now is what I crave. Stretched out across our bed; inhaling remnants of your cologne, substituting my hands for yours, as we make love over the phone. Soon your touches will be real. Each other’s passion we will yearn. In love with every part of you I am, Anxiously awaiting your return… Raydiant