FIVE FINGER SALUTE

Who would have thought reading words could generate a sexual exploration
Inside of me?
Making me want to peel the layers of my clothing off
To touch my body in ways that I have never touched
Standing at attention
Waiting for a five-finger salute
To slightly tighten around my member
Squeezing
Stroking
Up and down
Circling its head
To continue the motion
Resting at the head again
Slowly and then in quick strokes
Opening
And closing
As if it was me that was entering you
Mimicking the wet
Squishing sounds of your juicy cunt
Xtacy as I call your name
Ecstasy as I scream out in my own pleasure
Realizing that the ejaculation is coming
From me jerking my meat
To your words written to me on a piece of paper