Poetic words of making love are not for real, and yet
The mental pictures that I paint make cocks erect and pussies wet
When you read you eat my pussy that time I touch my swollen clit
Rub my fingers on it and make believe you licked my slit
Pinch my nipples as you're reading that you're sucking them for real
Just thinking makes me harder I do enjoy your sex appeal
As your hand pumps on your penis the words are going on the page
It's not yours but my hand that's your hard cock in a rage
My breasts are rubbing on your chest my lips surround your pole
We're both enjoying foreplay fucking later is our goal
Although we're many miles away you can sniff my pussy's scent
We move on to the common climax after cumming, we both went
Back to our computers to write another sex filled rhyme
In hopes we both enjoy them and cum again a second time
Mental sex is quite fulfilling in my mind it's quite a feat
Satisfaction found in poetry will make it better, should we meet
You can feel your penetration in my hot and sweet abyss
Though we've never met in person and never had a first date kiss!
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