I see you looking my way as I touch myself.
Lights are out, candles are burning.
I sense your lips on me replacing my hand,
such a soft kiss on gentle skin.
Take me to ecstasy and back away,
tease me, please me, I am screaming for more.
Each stroke I make is for your eyes to see,
hoping that you will join me in what I do.
My tongue inside and all around you,
softly licking you as you cum on me.
The taste that you are is my passion for lust,
watching me watch you fingers so deep.
Across the way where nothing rests between,
just air that we can easily overtake.
The look on your face as you cum again,
Watching me touch myself just for you.
No music playing but this is our song,
oh baby right there, fuck me baby please.
Taken now in blindness we find true eroticism,
my hands are yours, your fingers are mine.
Reaching new heights of desire so many feet apart,
I love to watch you fuck yourself for me.
Release engaged thrusting one last stroke,
a rub on you clit, a kiss in your thighs.
Bursting with a pale moonlight inside,
swallowing me baby, tasting me true.
The look in your eyes as you watch me from the other room,
fuck me fucking you living our fantasies in our eyes.
Johnny Newell
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