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I lie naked here, upon my bed
And I remember how I feel
When I read your words upon a screen
It should be no big deal
To me it's more than it should be
When on our phones we text
For the feelings overwhelm me
As we don't just text, we sext.
You tell me what you'd do to me
If you were here tonight
Tie me to the headboard
And cool my heat with ice.
You'd trail it down my body
Make a cool and watery path
Over nipples and belly down to my sex
A sweet sensation bath
You rub the ice over my swollen clit
Slip it in my warm, wet hole
I squirm and writhe but you aren't done
Pure sensation is your goal.
Next a candle would be brought near
I cringe in fright, but no
The trust I've learned to have in you
Comes quickly to the fore.
You'd drip the wax upon my breast
My nipples taut, erect
The cold below and heat above
But you aren't finished yet.
Covering my lips with yours
Your tongue you do employ
You thrust deep between my parted lips
A battle I do enjoy.
You leave my lips too soon I feel
As you move lower down
To kiss and lick my lower lips
Amidst my furry mound.
Your tongue slips in where ice has been
Heat overtaking cool
You sip as though completely parched
And my pussy a spring fed pool.
My body is electric
Every nerve alive
I want your cock inside me now
To satisfy my drive.
I think you must have read my mind
As we are so attuned
For you powerfully thrust into me
So deep you touch my womb.
Thrust after thrust hammers home
I'm hoping it won't stop
But I am stretched so thin right now
Like a bubble that needs to pop.
My senses scream
My nerves they zing
My pussy floods
My voice it sings.
I love the touch of you inside
Spurting out your cum
We have both achieved a climax
Making us as one.
I drift quietly in a sexual haze
Not wishing this to fade
The sensations you have created
The pleasure we have made.
You hold me tight your lips on mine
Your cum drips from my hole
I feel your love and care for me
You have achieved your goal.
The words I have remembered
Written sweetly in our texts
A fantasy I wish were real
They've had the desired effect.
While I am old also and have never txtd, I can imagine erotic possibilities in that medium.
What I really wanted to see in this poem was text speak. It starts out saying 'you' are texting what 'you' would do to you. Then he ends up being there. Hot, but there was not a single txt msg at all which disappointed me. I'll say again, smokin' hot lines! Thanks for submitting
Please not while driving! But a question - why sext, why not call? Sigh. I'm getting old. Nice job...