Virtual sex
Laying in my bed late at night, reading poetry on my mobile phone, I get a strange text message asking am I free and am i all alone
It seemed a silly question, I replied yes of course, then my phone went ping, it was you dressed in a sexy outfit, a Red lacey sort of thing
You know I'm a lacey addict, I'm such a visual kind of man, yes I love to see you naked, but I'm a sexy outfit kinda fan
Each pic got hotter, you were touching yourself for me, I prayed your hands would go lower, to see your pussy was my plea
You told me tonight I'm in charge, my wish was your command, I asked you to finger yourself and let me see your hand
Ping went my phone again, there right before my eyes, was a picture of your pretty hand, deep within your thighs
I thought I'd go further, I asked do you have a toy, you said wait there I'll get one, my very special boy
I couldn't wait for the next pic, I was so excited of what I might get to see, in the next picture you had a dildo pushed deep inside for me
OMG sex sent in picture form, I got watch you play and fuck, virtual sex on my phone, i can't believe my luck
The Kinky Poet