The magic of reflected love
Fishnet and fingers,
Toys and play.
Arse full of plug,
Orgasmic waves.
A smile so wide,
I can see your soul.
Vibrating into bliss,
Filling your hole.
Your fishnet and fingers,
Hardening my cock.
I want it all,
All that you’ve got.
So cum my lil slut,
Cum for me,
Play over and again.
Give all, I’ll receive.
Don’t be shy,
Don’t hide,
Open your legs,
Open them wide.
Let me see,
See my fetish,
Show your pussy,
That which I relish.
Stroke her slowly,
Rub your clit,
Get her wet,
Drool lubricating spit.
Then go to town,
Masturbate hard,
Cum unshackled,
Morals discard.
Buck your hips,
Reality blurred,
Cum unravelled,
Let your bubble burst.
Then fall spent,
Lie on back,
Recover breathing heavy,
Try to relax,
And watch me wank,
As I take my turn.
Watch me stroke,
Study, observe.
Enjoy the sight,
Take in what you see,
My swollen cock,
About to spurt seed.
Listen for the catch,
That change as I breathe,
My balls rise tight,
As I cum and spurt free.
My belly splattered,
Covered, slick,
If only you were here,
To greedily lick.
But you see what you love,
What you see holds sway,
Turned on even more,
You again start to play.
The next best thing to tasting, touching.
Is watching you, as I lie here stroking.
I imagine I’m there, doing what you do.
I imagine you’re here, with me too.
And as it gets close, close to that time.
I grip a little harder, close my eyes.
I listen to your moans, your stifled cry.
Cum onto my chest, open my eyes.
I look at the screen, I look at you glow.
And feel my heart beat, as yours does I know.