I am so hard, I'm aching,
I really must wank.
My cock is so swollen
its you I should thank.
The pictures you sent me.
The words that you write,
just have my dick rigid
all day and all night.
I ease down my zipper
and pull the beast out.
It's pretty impressive
and pulsing throughout.
I reach out my hand
and I take a firm grip,
and I pull slowly back
from the shiny firm tip.
My eyes close with pleasure,
the feeling so good,
as I ever so eagerly
polish my wood.
The feelings intense
as I quicken my pace,
a look of pure ecstasy
writ on my face.
You filling my mind
as I pound at it faster,
to be interrupted now
would be disaster.
I feel the deep rushing
sensations are peaking,
and glistening pre-cum
from my cock is leaking.
I reach the crescendo
by whole body tenses,
its taken control,
and eclipses my senses.
My hand is still working
through all of the rush,
as creamy white wads
from me forcefully gush.
The waves are on rushing
my body is wracked,
with pleasure so deep
from my sweet solo act.
The feelings are slowing
they gently subside.
I smile with enjoyment
now that was some ride.
But my passions not sated,
I can not refrain.
I'll give it five minutes
and then do it again.