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.