BLUSH RED

He plays with my heart With steady hands
Painting me blush red with keyboard strokes.

If he were here I would lay before him and
give my Body over to him, To play with I
would become his toy, His birthday and
christmas gifts together for him to unwrap
And remember.

His keyboard words alone make my fingers
want to play naughty games between my
opening legs.

For he creates my desires and for him I
climax everytime.

Its the least i can do.