September 15, 2003

  • 10:30


    I saw you without your panties on the webcam.
    I know you didn’t know.
    The cam had slipped and repositioned


    and with the resolution set to ‘fine’


    my manly attention froze beyond volition


    on your stark and unsecretly becoming naughtiness.


    With each floating butterfly hum of your thighs,


    my lips parted with hot passion as if to blow


    a kiss upon your rubyness


    (the color which your cheeks would have turned
    had you known how intrusively my libido yearned


    to lick the lens that violated


    all cyber-etiquette so wetly.)
    I had to do it, I had to do it:
    I snapped


    some screenshots of your fingers teasing


    what my beastly voyeurism found vastly overpleasing.


    And then autonomously I, too, equally succumbed


    to your self-indulging pleasure


    that I took as a candid measure


    of how you felt for me.


     


    It was a carnal accident—it wasn’t dirty.


    So how about it?


    Want to do it again tonight at 10:30?

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