Picture Unleashes

It's not how you view yourself,  
it's what I see.  
I see your form in the photo,  
all curves and contours of thee.  
 
As I ponder, I think of all your wonders.  
Your face, your smile, your subtle breasts,  
than the winding womanly curves down to your nest.  
Moist and tight,  
much more so than all the rest.  
 
Your puffy lips want to spread for me,  
making my mind rejoice in glee.  
Your butt so divine,  
better than any fine wine.
 
My mind goes to you,  
someone innocent on the outside.  
But underneath hidden,  
mischief wanting to reveal its wild side.  
 
Sometimes when feeling randy,  
I'll open your picture and stare.
Your hair, eyes, lips and lacy outfit,
make me glare.  
 
Without control I take it out,  
jack it without a care.  
I stare as I lose my mind.  
I release so hard, as I unwind.  
 
Only better would be,  
instead of stroking have you here with me.