When Did it all began?

Was it when he held my gaze in his eyes and Sampled my soul through its window?
or maybe it was in his touch... the way he made me feel like a hundred feathers curled around my skin.
It could've even been my first taste... as the essence that carried his last name trickled down my throat,
I could feel myself slippin farther and farther away...

into this world where the moon is its ruler, and the stars its subjects.
a place where others like myself are in constant pursuit of their mate... even if only for the night.
they prowl the darkness and howl in the wind.
trying not to focus on the emptiness within.
what they lack they don't know they'll never find.... not here in the darkness and they're running out of time.
maybe it's just in my mind, a sickness within the cells that keep me contained
begging to be let out, wanting to wander into the crowd..
to be missed, to be hidden... if only for a little while...
when it began I may not remember... maybe its just too far from the reach of my mind.
perhaps I erased the beginning in the depths of time...
I may never find how to get back to the ME I once was....
but I have ME now and take comfort in the thought that just maybe...
maybe that's not so bad after all.
I still have the ME of tomorrow to look forward to.
one that will have accomplished greater than I could ever have imagined,
that's the ME I'd rather be....

When I think about him....

When I think about him... memories flood my brain like a Katrina Wave. Not the type to take a beating but for him I'd be his sex slave. Juices overflowing like somebody left the water on. Cant help thinkin about the way he makes my pussy sore.

When I think of him..... I get wetter than I ever been. nipples hard as stone when I think of how his tongue feels. I love the way he touches me and how he makes my pussy cream. pullin over nighters best believe he never outta steam.

When I think about him..... Got Damn what that man does to me. Reminiscin' on his scent alone sends me flying along in Ecstasy. Floating on Cloud 9, livin off my Daddy high. especially when he beat it up, my legs pointed at the sky.

When I think of him... I began to have a mental Orgasm. When he's inside me I stretch to fit like Mrs. Fantastic. He can make me bust off his touch alone. And when he uses his tongue I feel shaky deep in my bones.

When I think of him.... I miss him like no other. He got me entertaining thoughts of being his Baby mother. Even had me think he the nigga I could marry. Only problem is, my mind is his only existence.... Damn gotta find a new Daddy just to show him what he's been missin...