Tears

As if crying, it seems,
A tear forms,
Glistening,
Catching the light.
It swells in form,
Before seeming to burst,
And follows previous drops
To melt and almost disappear
Coating the skin,
The hot, sweet skin,
In a sheen of wetness.

Again,
Another teardrop shape appears
And follows the same existence
As I firmly, but gently
Stroke my shaft,
The precum glistening in the light
As I picture you
Naughty,
Sexy
Curvy
Miranda.
And I carry on, slowly
Enjoying the tease
Of your flirting,
Skirting with the thoughts
Of knickerless Miranda,
Writing for me………