Webcamgirl

You are always there for me in your pink satin panties
My lust is like the ocean surf pounding away at your feet
Always reaching out, hungry, striving, then receding beaten,
Reduced to a spray of white mist that washes away gently
The brittle sand of my dreams. I flush it embarrassed.

I am not one of the coarse voices. I keep silent and wonder
What you will do in the morning - after you get us all off,
After you turn the world off, after you fold up the blanket
That hangs in the background. I would like to know. I do.
I'd like to peer into your room, look out of your window.

But I just turn you on every night to look at your flesh.
Does that turn you on? Would it turn you on to know
I am not one of the desperate men out there? To know
I am not ugly or old or base or addicted? Yes, I could
Be your guy. Could you be my girl? Would you? No?

I'd like to know what your name is, where you are from.
Maybe you are from one of those little countries like mine.
Maybe you speak my language. But I am afraid to ask you.
I am afraid because you might lie to me. Or laugh at me.
Laugh and deride me for not making you mine. Just mine.

Do you have babies? Little ones? I cannot tell because
In my lust I never notice the scar on your vulva, or the
Lines on your thighs. Do you bare your breasts for them
Like you do for us? Do you buy them toys, or can you
only buy toys for yourself, the ones you use on yourself?

I would not like you to be my sister or my cousin or aunt.
I would not like to see my blood and flesh naked, exposed,
Doing what you do on screen for the likes of me. I would
Not like that unless IT WAS I. I'd rather watch them suffer,
Wane, beg, starve for their children and steal for their drugs.

Or maybe you don't do drugs? Maybe you don't have kids?
Maybe all my twisted assumptions about you are wrong? And
You're just out there on your own, looking for some fun, sexy
Way to make money? Like the ad says. How would I know?
I have never been you. But a part of me always wanted me to.

Yes, a part of me always wanted ME to spread myself open,
Like you do. Moan, stroke myself, orgasm for all eyes to see.
I would not feel embarrassed. Maybe you don't. I would feel
Elated that I humor the world, entice it, make it cum. Maybe
I'll buy some of YOUR time just so YOU can watch ME...
On my own cam...
Cumming.