Imagine

Imagine that you're sitting at your desk,
When suddenly, the caress of a hand,
Impresses itself underneath your dress;
Now, wouldn't such a soft caress be grand?

Imagine you are reading through a letter,
When that self-same naughty, warming palm
Is turned to press itself where it is better
You were not pressed, if you are to stay calm;

Imagine, as your eyes read, they will linger,
Just as that hand upon your ready mound,
It's pulled your panties down, so that a finger,
May trace with grace the crease that it has found;

A hand, a palm and a finger while you sit:
They give you cause to pause? Imagine it.