The Screaming Touch

Do you not know my little secret?
The secret I hold when I hold your hand?
I will whisper it in your ear,
As I lay you down upon the floor
Touch me boy, for in those fingers
You hold the power
To make me scream

Run them across my silent lips
And feel the breath escape from them
For as they dance across the crease
I taste excitement, utter ecstasy

Softly brush my risen neck
Feel the veins and muscles tense
Let them lap up all my warmth
And feel the silent screaming trapped within

Clasp them round my heaving chest
Give me featherlike, gentle pleasure
Scrunch your fingers tight around
My standing, hardened nipple

Run those fingers down my body
Play with every inch of skin
Tease me till I jolt and tremor
Begging you for even more

Torment me with erotic thoughts
By placing them upon my lips
The lips that kiss your hardened testis
And run up and down your harder shaft

Slide them in, one by one
And watch me try and suppress my scream
For you have what I love so much
My sex god, you have the screaming touch