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AS YOU WATCH
With mini PJ top over your tits,
Your otherwise tanned skin showing white bits,
Upon the bed top you stand on your knees
As you watch me do intimate striptease.
I free the trunks-like y-fronts from my crotch,
bend pushing them down my legs as you watch.
My hair-framed crown jewels now on display,
You say, "I won't touch - want to see YOU play!"
From root to glans with my fingers I stroke,
your sensuous mirth I seek to provoke.
With blood from my heart it starts to stiffen,
its grown size you rate as 'the perfect ten'.
From the bed you grinningly look at me,
as I pleasure myself so openly,
raising the bar of sexual tension
as I make Tommy stand to attention.
In your eyes I sense a fascination
as I proceed with manipulation,
fingers drawing back and forth on the foreskin
and the penile tip before we begin,
Your smile broadens as the manhood lengthens,
the desire for consummation strengthens.
I'm sure that you will get on with my size
when I make my move to between your thighs.
At your beckon, towards the bed I stride,
bearing to the fore my sceptre like pride.
With your nipples and labia I toy,
Then insert myself, as you groan "Oh boy!"
Your otherwise tanned skin showing white bits,
Upon the bed top you stand on your knees
As you watch me do intimate striptease.
I free the trunks-like y-fronts from my crotch,
bend pushing them down my legs as you watch.
My hair-framed crown jewels now on display,
You say, "I won't touch - want to see YOU play!"
From root to glans with my fingers I stroke,
your sensuous mirth I seek to provoke.
With blood from my heart it starts to stiffen,
its grown size you rate as 'the perfect ten'.
From the bed you grinningly look at me,
as I pleasure myself so openly,
raising the bar of sexual tension
as I make Tommy stand to attention.
In your eyes I sense a fascination
as I proceed with manipulation,
fingers drawing back and forth on the foreskin
and the penile tip before we begin,
Your smile broadens as the manhood lengthens,
the desire for consummation strengthens.
I'm sure that you will get on with my size
when I make my move to between your thighs.
At your beckon, towards the bed I stride,
bearing to the fore my sceptre like pride.
With your nipples and labia I toy,
Then insert myself, as you groan "Oh boy!"
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