He doesn't understand just how much I love him.
I obsess over his smell his touch his command his demands.
When I wake up in the morning I roll over just to smell his pillow because I know that he's already awake and has started his day and  
the chances of me being caught in the act are slim to none  
so I take advantage of the moment to bask in remnants of his energy.  
Just to know that he was here that his flesh touched the very spot where I now lay.  
Such a privileged delight.  
I take so much bliss in the rumination alone that I'm so moved to touch myself  
Only to come to the realization that even when you're not around I still am entranced and moved by your being in every way imaginable.  
I emphasize on thoughts of you shoving your dick in my face  
the texture of your balls  
your big black dick when it's rock hard in my mouth  
and I whisper it to myself  
Me begging my higher power to have mercy on me enough to release the cum from your dick because I know just how good you taste.  
I can taste it even now.  
It beckons an orgasm so strong and I cum so hard making sure not to make any noise so my cover isn't blown so you won't have to judge me and I wont feel ashamed or have to explain why I'm perving out on someone that already belongs to me  
when all that I really have to do is just ask him to do all those things to me that I love so much.
He just doesn't know just how much I really really love him.