Watching you

I like to watch you, I like to sit and see you play for me.

The way you open your legs and gently slide your fingers up your thighs.

The way you tease and open the petals of your sweet little vagina.

I like to see inside your soul as your stroke your sensitive swollen clit, eye on eye.

Nothing gets me off more than knowing that when you close those beautiful blue eyes, you envisage me.

That when you get off, you get off over me.

That gets me hard, that pushes my hand into my shorts and drives me to pull out and stroke.

That thought, that sight, that is what forces the cum up and out of my throbbing cock onto my belly.

You, you and what you do.

I don’t like, I love, I love to watch you.

 

Sure?

I’m not sure if you really noticed,

But with you I’m always hard.

My cock is hardly ever flaccid,

It’s stood up like a granite shard.

I’m not sure if you realised,

But in your presence I’m always aroused.

I’m ready to go at moments notice,

To dock cunt and cock, to house.

I’m sure it caught your attention,

That my trousers couldn’t hide.

That you effect me most wonderfully,

A fact you’ve witnessed and can’t deny.

I’m sure that’s why you love me,

What compliment could ever surpass.

The visual confirmation,

That cos of you I can’t control what’s in my pants.