Fuck me... Through the phone.

You start with something clever...
Like,
How about that weather?

                             "I hear it may be a little... wet."



Moving on rather quick,
you yearn for
that soft finger-flick.
 
                            "Baby... Tell me how you like it."



To the knuckles, deep inside.
Wishful thinking,
to get me by.

                              "Now it's your turn..."



Lust echoes through the speaker, as you spit on your dick.
Heart-warming, you remembered...
How I like it rather sick.

                               "I love you."



Self-gratification, we aim to please.
Until we're no longer
separated by the seas.

                               "Let it out, Don't be shy."



Then as if on cue, I start to scream...
Until you forget
this is merely routine.

                                " FUCK.... fuck, mmm yes!!"



A performance so sublime,
some might
label it a crime...

                                "You sure know how to get me off."



Now back to the reality of being alone...
Hearing the escape, of one last
breathless moan.

                                       " ....... "

                                                                          ..... * Dial Tone*