Words Of Pure Sin

I want you to read my words,

I want them to get you wet.

I want you to imagine me,

Giving what the type sets.

I want you to dance, to revel,

To delve within heart and flesh.

To drag out deep seated lusts,

That I know your head contests.

I want you to show me,

To show my labours bore fruit.

I want to see you in sinful flight,

I do not want to see you cute.

I want your fingers working,

Hand thrusting false phallus in.

I want you crying my name as you cum,

Inspired by my words of pure sin.