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That secret little whisper that passes electronic lips
The red glow on my screen and in my mind
The haze of lust brought on by words
I wait, bated breath and sweaty hands
For your reply to my innuendo
Sitting in a darkened room
Hunched in my chair like a criminal
One hand on the mouse and the other
In between my legs
Working spastically to keep up with your flow

Intellectual stimulation for a lowbrow kind of mood
Tell me you want me to come
I'm sorry I can't type right now
Too busy with other things
Hands full of my own flesh
Eyes full of your wonderful words

Pause to scroll down
Pause to take a breath
The letters on the screen are swirled
In the afterglow of orgasm

Thanks, it was great
My pleasure
Maybe we could do it again?
No reply

.... :)

Wow.. jou gedichten zie ik echt helemaal voor me.. echt heel knap..

Alweer ene meesterwerk, Laar (y)

*hihi* dankjewel meid :p