both your cock in the web cam
and trying to type one handed.
a laptop balanced on my knees
with hips twitching.
your message peeks from behind,
like a virgin looking back
at the man fucking her doggie style.
Peeks from behind the image of your hard dick
that I watch as I imagine phantom tongue
between my thighs.
to think of what to type
and to hold back moans
as I finger my pussy.
My tongue writhes and I can almost taste
your skin, your warm saltiness.
My fingers are slick on the keyboard
and I tell you that I'm going to lick them clean.
I type the thrashing of my legs
the way my pulse beats in the base of my neck
and how I want to deep throat you,
even though in reality I don't know how.
You type of desire.
of flicking across my nipples and clit
and tongue fucking me.
Words I can't say out loud,
that I can type and love to read.
You could be anyone and I can be anything.
Sexy, uninhibited, experienced.
The black lines appear on the screen
but I don't see them because the feelings,
the phantom cock and fast fingers,
bring me to the edge.
I shudder and pant, wiping my hands off
before telling you I've cum.
Seconds later the script appears
you have too and you wish I could see.
I have to go now.
Sign off and get some sleep.
But we'll do it again.
Phantom cock thrusting into drenched pussy
and I'll moan and try to type
on the laptop balanced on my bed.