interruptions

never the time
constant interruptions of the sublime.
a smidget of the real
so nice to know that in secret moments, with me you steal
the essence of life can get in the way...and fantasy has no place to play.
hmmm, what to do, what to do
sad yet true...
so as eve comes to you
and you are curled up in bed...
with the ideas i've suggested, and others that you might have read.
would you tell me that you tender your breast,
and softly you caress...
and as your nipples appear,
have no fear as you squeeze them hard and twist, my dear.
imagine my hands...the roughness, think and pretend
see them wrapped firm, cupped, and the tingle, it all sends.
feel as your nipples and your breast ache
hot and juicy, does a pussy make.
glided slow and with ease...
a finger or two,
as would my tongue flicker in your groove.
spread and open
show me the river and the pure sexual token.
pull back your lips...
(would you have hair or be bald...
a wonder as i fantasize of your all.)
the pictures that pound my brain...
make the imagery less perfect, makes me insane.
rub and slide across the lips wet and bare,
up and down, all around...imagine me...for i am at a stare.
fast and louder rub the stiffening clit
making it easier to lick.
lick and lick until it needs to be sucked
is it hard? am i having luck?
oh i beg that the wetness is staining the sheets
for the words are making me weak...
the bulge that grows...
hinders the typing so...
could you imagine me...holding what you would please...?
slow slow...my hand fits over it as a glove...
could you love,
the swollen blue vein...with the slight left hand curve.
tell me how you would become unnerved...
so fill in the blanks...
my words, my pen...let my ink squirt...let it cover your page.
with love...
from your horny sage.