Her picture

Her picture is too hot to see,
Her smile's that of Mona Lisa,
Though her and I shall never be
I bet she is an awesome kisser.

Her skin is fair, her teeth look great,
Her lips might look like those below,
I feel the urge to masturbate
I'll take my time, go nice and slow.

I'm gonna lie and close my eyes,
Her naked body in my mind,
I'm gonna feel my heartrate rise,
Excited dick I'll surely find.

I'll roll my nipples to prepare,
And think how that would feel to her,
I'll stroke my glans so warm and bare
And smell her clitty's precious myrrh.

I need to let her know somehow,
In cumming waves I see her face.
My dick's her clit I've rubbed, and now
My orgasm takes me out to space.

I hope she reads all the above,
That she will blush, her heart will flutter,
That sensing all my primal love,
Her clit goes hard and smooth as butter.

I'd love to think she'll spread those lips,
Moist, tender lips that grow below,
She'll rub her clit and move her hips,
Her eyes will show unworldly glow.

So as her pussy cums contracting
She won't leave anything behind,
I'd like to have her half-expecting
The pleasure will have been all mine.

And I don't care a single bit,
If she is fat or got much fluff,
I sense her picture's sexy heat,
She is a woman, that's enough!