Can You See Me?
Watch me as I show you how your stories affect me...
Here I sit, cross-legged on my bed.
The laptop is propped up on two pillows to bring me to your eye level.
I am here for you to see.
I put on just a pair of knickers
And a short, cotton strappy shirt.
They are both black and thin
So that you can see the contrast against my pale skin
And the shape of my soft, warm curves
In the humming blue-tinted glare of the screen.
I am here for you to see.
I leave my hair hanging on either side of my face,
The burnt umber tresses glowing with the kiss of that light;
A soft-sheened curtain that spreads its whisper
And shields me from your molten gaze,
Or lets me peer out coyly at you from under my brow and my safe haven.
Do you think of me?
What goes through your mind as you watch me?
Do you see me smile as I log in to your message?
As I giggle and blush at you *kiss*ing me?
How do you feel as you watch me lean in
And stroke your images in your private picture albums,
Reading on my face the lust and desire to be touching you for real?
Do you want me?
What thoughts flit across your imagination
As you watch me settle down to read your stories?
I settle myself more snugly before you,
And I breathe in, relaxing my shoulders and stretching my arms.
I wriggle my feet from under me
And place my soles together before me in a kiss,
In a pedestrian prayer that rests
And waits for your words to take my soul on a different kind of journey to theirs.
Do you see me drinking in your words?
Do you see my finger flicker on the mouse pad,
Scrolling my way through your desires
And descriptions of what you want to do to me?
Do you see my large, round, pendulous breasts
Rise and fall as your stroking, teasing, squeezing words
Massage my brain, making my outer flesh tingle with
The hotness of your mouth
Melting through my shirt
Across the miles and dimensions,
From fantasy to manifest reality?
Do you see me wanting you?
I read your desires on the screen
And feel the hotness of your mouth
Breathing hard and scalding upon my fleshy ribs,
Down from the swell of my wanton breasts,
Sending Sirocco fingers trailing down
And bribing me to peel off my shirt before
You take the joy away from my heart.
Do you want to touch me?
I read more of your words,
A master of eloquence leading my intelligence
Down a path of delights into
A world of longing and heated passions.
I read what you would do to me if
I were lying naked in front of you and spread ready for your welcome.
Shall I show you?
I reach the last of your words,
Holding your final thrusts in my mind as I push you slightly away
So that you may gaze upon me as
I lay backwards, breasts parting outwards a little
As if to welcome your cock,
As if they were my arms spread wide to welcome you whole.
Do you want me?
I take my time and gaze at your words
Through a lustful blur,
As I slowly ease down my knickers,
Down from my hips,
Lingering over my plump, now juicy mound,
And down, sliding out first one leg, and then the other.
Do you see me oozing slick with slippery juices for you?
I spread my legs for your gaze,
Letting you roam and feast your eyes
On the hot, melting hole that you have awoken.
I lie back, legs far apart, feet flat on the bed
And raise my hips level with the screen
So you can eyeball my dripping, sodden pussy
And watch as I smear and butter my lips with
The sweet musky slickness
And spread them far so you can see
The nub of delight that makes me
Moan with desire when you paint your worded lips
In a suction upon it and swirl your deftly clever tongue
In the soft, sinking glory of my inner core.
And I know you are staring as I slide
One, two, three of my fingers
Into that dark, sucking velvet hole that clamps
On me as I think of it clamping on your hard, throbbing cock.
And I think of you fucking me with your eyes and your heart
Though your physical hands cannot touch me.
And the squelching and sucking and slick happy slidings
Are all on display as I let you watch me circle my hips
At your eye level as I think of your words and
My breasts bounce and roll
From side to side
As I reach the final throes
Of wanting your weighty load spurting into me
And rolling out down my lips
To my tight puckered hole that is winking with
Thoughts of your story-before-last.
And I know you enjoyed watching me fuck myself
For sheer lust and desire and need of you to see me.
Did you see me with my fingers deep and panting your name?
I lie here and look at the ending of your words,
Not sated, yet sated, and sleepily smile
As you watch me fall deeply towards dreaming sleep.
And I wonder, did you like me to show you my finger fucking solitary evening alone
With just your words for company?
Because I like it when I watch you fuck for mine.