I dreamed of you last night.
Your intoxicating smell.
I’m captivated by your steaming body.
I need to feel your warmth on my tongue.
I hunger for you.
The sticky sweet juice dripping down your body.
Melting in my mouth.
Stimulating every ounce of my being.
Your taste is exquisite.
It excites and overwhelms me.
I need to see you.
Fill me with your warmth.
I lust after you.
I want to explore every fold with my fingertips.
Devour every drop of your satisfying wetness.
I need you inside me.
Fill this emptiness.
Satisfy this craving.
I’m desperate for you.
Surely I’m not the only one who feels this way about cinnamon rolls.