The Essence of Sex Chat: The Verse Edition

Once she told me ....

Here tonight, my thoughts on him…

Craving his sweet touch…

Fills me to the very rim…

Turns me on so much.

I wait for him to come on-line…

In anxious anticipation…

Sitting here, with a glass of wine…

And too much imagination.

His message box pops on my screen…

A smile forms on my lips…

I attempt to feign I feel serene…

While on cam, he slowly strips.

I feel my body getting hot…

My face is getting flush…

As he strokes his sweetest spot…

In no apparent rush.

So sweet… so hot…so hard… so thick…

I can almost taste it, I swear…

My tongue, so craving for a lick…

I can hardly help but stare.

Nipples hardening against my shirt…

Feel a wetness between my thighs…

Slide a skilled hand up my skirt…

And begin to fantasize.

I remove my top for him…

And begin to rub my breasts…

He wants me to move lower…

So I satisfy his request.

Slowly move along my clit…

With an expert slender finger…

Slide it deep inside my slit…

And deliberately let it linger…

Knowing how this turns him on…

Gets me riled up inside…

So I move my cam in very close…

And really open wide.

As I touch the hot, wet spot…

I know he wants to taste…

He tries to control, but he cannot…

And starts to stroke with haste.

Faster and harder… more furiously…

Each aching stroke he guides…

While I touch so sensuously…

Wishing he could cum inside.

Milky cum all over his hand…

As I call out his name…

Its much to hot for me to stand…

And I burst in passion’s flames


A poem that puts Shakespeare to shame. Kudos to the author(s).x.