But I’m hard as fuck, and
Ready to blow at the sight of
Half-mast cotton panties, pussy
Peekaboo beneath tight skirt
Stretched sheer across bent-over
Buttocks on unmade bed sheets,
You lie, waiting, expectant,
Catching breath warm across
Your tongue, arms spread,
Fingers grasping, anticipating.
I don’t mean to cause alarm
But I’m hard as fuck, with
Electric stiffness, the weight
Of hot meat cock in my fist,
Running the ridges, over
Purple head, thumb flicking
Pearl of pre-cum, leaking
From sensitive tip, palm
Gripping firm, tight, stroking
Pressure building steadily
Against barely holding dam,
Groaning, balls throbbing,
Squeezing self-restraint.
I don’t mean to cause alarm,
But I’m hard as fuck, each
Subtle teasing gesture, breeding
Fantasies of warm, wet welcome,
Slipping inside, savouring the
Sensation of every millimeter
Of you, Sounding out your depths,
Only to find your desire is a
Soft, inviting, bottomless well,
Dripping with the humidity
Of your hot pink arousal,
In which I may drown.
I don’t mean to cause alarm,
But I’m hard as fuck, and
Ready to blow, warm and sticky
White, across hand and chest
Dribbling into belly button
Pool, your image sends me
Over the edge, I’m lost in
Crashing waves of ecstasy,
Watching you in anonymous
Digital window, imagining
All the things I’d do to you
If you were here in my bed.
