I Masturbate Over a Photo of You

For years I have opened magazines
and clicked on web pages
and held my cock tight
as I masturbate over pictures
of strange and unknown women.

But now it is you
so far away in another place
it is your photo I masturbate over
it is your image that hardens my cock
and forces my hand to hold
and rub and squeeze
and creates great sweeping sensations
that well up through my balls
and surge through the shaft of me
to erupt and spray in spasms
as I whisper your name
as I whisper your name.

I stare at your eyes looking out at me
and that half-knowing half-cheeky smile
that sends my blood surging
then I imagine the smell of you
and the taste of your underarms
so subtle and female and you
and the softness of your breast
and the roundness of your bottom
and your willingness for me
to push a finger there
and the hot wetness between your legs
saying have me take me
I am yours and I want you
and my hand grasps my cock
and I pull and rub and hit
as the feeling grows stronger
and I stroke my balls
as I feel your pussy on my mouth
the taste of you the essence of you
and I get more and more furious
as I undress you and bite you
and push my tongue into your ass
and around your toes
and I pull and rub and stroke
until finally it comes
the surging gushing urgency of orgasm
and I stare at your eyes
and I stare at your eyes
and your name is forced from my lips
in a breathless whisper.

All this I do from a photo of you.
I hope you don’t mind
being my object of lust
my pornography
my turn-on
you are my woman
you are my female
I love you so much
I desire you so much
I need you so much
your face entrances me
your body enraptures me
and that is why
I masturbate over a photo of you.