T - H - O - N  - G!

It's me on the phone -
I guess you're alone,
thought I would surprise,
you without disguise.

T - H - O - N - G -
you see it on me
in eyes of your mind?
You don't? Must be blind!

My secret weapon
that I will keep on
when all else is off -
did I hear you cough?

Oh I am sorry,
made you choke, baby?
Thought of me all bare,
save this thong down there?

Meant to be surprise,
not bring tears to eyes,
Got you up with start?
Get breath back, sweetheart.

At this early hour...
just had your shower?
Can 'see' towel placed
just below your waist
as we are speaking -
that's got you peaking,
if your groanful sigh
what I can go by,
falling in my spell
oh so sexual.

Put on your webcam;
see me as I am.
let me see your chest
and, yes, all the rest.

In return you'll see
a thonged, near nude me,
twanging on the strap,
moaning for my chap
to take closer look...
draw you like a hook.

Let that towel fall.
You au natural
is the sight I crave.
Hear me, breathless, rave,
pulling down thong's front,
exposing bare cunt.

Let your aerial
heed sound of it all.
Bet it's extending,
clutching your ending?

Give it a hard squeeze,
work up to release.
I'm holding my phone
'gainst my pubic bone.

Now, you masturbate,
to ejaculate.
Let me hear you moan
as you rub your bone.

Meanwhile I'm panting -
you sense my wanting?
Rolling round my head,
knelt down on my bed.

Pardon the screaming,
you got me creaming.
Now my screen's drowning
in juices downing.

Rocking back my spine.
Ohhhh! That was di-vine,
left me satisfied.
You go wash your pride.