Insomnia blamed for logging-on
White tank top…
And your sexy thong
The ear-bud kiss inside your ear
Recollection of a song…
You crave to hear
Sexy thoughts dance in your head
Shifting satin sheets…
Your own solitude bed
Clicks and strokes of fingertips
Teeth biting, nipping…
Your lush red lips
Video stream caught, locked in your eyes
Arms, abs, and cock…
You found the guy
The scene brings recollection of earlier days
Fingers explore flesh…
You begin to play
Ears filled, audible moans of sex and passionate cries
Lids now wide shut…
But not your thighs
Lost in yourself as no time has passed
Fingers holding deep…
The quivering wet climax
Logging-off knowing it is now early in the day
Clock hits 2 a.m.
A sigh of relief while exclaiming you still need to get laid
C.M.P ’11’
