Flash me
with your digital, baby.
Prep me, prime me
pose me for your pleasure.
Corset zigzags tautly.
Buds tighten
atop bouncing, fleshy mounds.
Bewitching smile beckons.
“Give it to me”
as pelvis thrusts
to the click, click
of his mind’s eye.
Risqué or racy
is there a difference?
Body in focus
as final wisps are shed.
Bare thoughts
reflect demeanor
of wanton subject.
Freedom never felt so lewd.
Lens captures
playful attitude,
heated frenzy
magnified close-up.
This is your fantasy,
Mr. Shooter.
Why is it exciting me
so much?
Flash me
with your digital, baby.
Prep me, prime me
pose me for your pleasure.
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