Full moons are best for what I do
Because it helps to light the view.
I creep up to the window sill,
With hopes that I may have my will.
It's harmless what I do you know,
So try to give me your best show.
Come in the room on tiny feet
So I can start to beat my meat.
I grope inside and find my prick,
I know that you will please my dick.
Disrobing is so fun for me
For I am sure what I shall see.
Your arms and legs are pale and white,
So soft and luscious in my sight.
Your raven hair contrasts so well,
Each ear is like a fragile shell.
I love your neck, so long and fine,
Especially when you drink your wine.
Each breast displays a ruby tip
That I imagine needs my nip.
Your belly taut but delicate,
It beckons me to better yet.
Above your mound the tiny hood
Is hiding something awfully good.
My lusting vision sees the prize,
Your swollen lips before my eyes.
You often spread your legs apart,
And ram your toys, and steal my heart.
When coming you will moan aloud.
My mind is in a sexual cloud.
I've seen you many times before.
I've watched men treat you like a whore.
You like it deep and hard and rough.
You never seem to get enough.
And while you get your needed fuck
I know you wait for one more suck.
For you the sex you get is life.
For me your needs cut like a knife.
You never knew that I still care,
But I will always watch you there.
Rejected as I was in shame,
I only have myself to blame.
But still I must return to you
And bring what's lost back into view.
I spill my seed upon the sand,
My gift to you from my own hand.
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