It was the audience that
Engaged in
Full clothed masturbation
While the star lay idly
On her back, legs spread
And arms placed by her sides…
Oh she was *ready*…
No doubt about it
Naked
Glistening
Three purrs
Short of a moan…
A tamed tiger in pseudo-heat
That reminded me so much of my mother
Only she lacked the heaving breasts
Paranoid eyes
And lolling tongue…
There are 52 reasons why
I’d like to fuck her
And only about five
That she’d consider flattering…
Time for a long melodramatic sigh….
I can lust from a distance
And fantasize….
God, how I can fantasize…
As long as I keep my mouth clean
Hands dirty
And appreciate the fact
That I’ll die a virgin of circumstance.
But remember boys and girls….
It is her voice that sings me to sleep
And her arms that tuck me in at night |
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