CyberByte

I return home
remove my clothes
crawl into trakkies and polar

boot up
log in
sign on

no one there.
my cyber cipher absent
removed

so know I have to imagine
seems I'm getting better
the things of which I speak
seem to get her wetter

So, tonight I sit, no smoke in hand
just tension and swelling
of a throbbing gland

I see her lobes,
sensitive, her gasping I hear
this ain't as good as if she were here

Swollen breasts, ripe with rage
rampant hormones
on a wild rampage

moistened nipple
the clit of her chest
gleaming, erect
licked and caressed

Her moisture exuding
sweet pheromones
all that I seek
is for her to moan

but she's over there
And I'm stuck here
The sweet sweet suffering
in my lecherous lair

So if you remember
that one tempting day
I reckon' you'll know
Where I am today

I'm alone in my office
commando you see
with your smiling face
considering me

I lustful
I'm horney
Yours at this time
I want to eat you
is that such a crime I paint

I have to be truthful
in all that is unsaid
I'll make it all plain
this crap that you've read

You are my temptress
me your satyr
and it all began
when I nibbled you ear.

© 2005, Mosquitobyte