Insanity

Ceaseless thoughts about you in my yearning mind: there is a longing for the warmth of our hug before bed, the taste of your lips after each kiss, your alluring eyes as we exchange breaths, your soft tongue occasionally brushing against mine, the scent of your neck during our continued embrace, your gentle laugh during our final words for the day, and the prickly hairs at the back of your neck that pierce my fingers during our final tender caress. But also the way you fill my world after making love.

The way you shove my head down and thrust your cock deep in my throat before blowing your load. Your sweet nectar filling my mouth, mixing with my saliva, freeing your semen as it coats my throat and I continue to slowly suck for more. 

You overwhelm my senses with rapture: the warmth of your dick as it pulses in my mouth, the taste of your cum as it coagulates on my palate, the odor of your sweat deposited on my nose when I went balls deep, your prickly hairs at the base of your shaft on my lips, your soft scrotum on my chin as my throat contracts around your penis, the ecstasy on your face etched in my memory as I close my eyes, and my ears filled with a symphony of my creation as you breathe deeply, moaning, with your buttocks brushing the sheets as you spasm.

I lose my sanity as you, and you alone, overwhelm my existence. And I lose my sanity at the thought of going insane. You make me insane.