A message

Her message's sitting in my mail,  
My poetry she finds so hot.  
From how she wants myself regaled,  
My brain gets twisted in a knot.  
   
She says my lines are pure gold,  
That makes her wet, she keeps re-reading.  
And now she wants us to behold,  
Each other's junk that's meant for breeding.  
   
Her offer is so twisted, yet so great,  
She wants us to just watch each other.  
As we sit down and masturbate,  
By means of Skype or p'raps another.    
   
She's sent me pictures of her cunt  
She wants me to observe in action.  
And me to read my stuff so blunt,  
While I jerk off mid-interaction.  
   
My face she doesn't need to see,  
My dick and cum she dreams about.  
Her squirt orgasms she's got for me,  
If we're to take that crazy route.  
   
Some women of a certain age,  
They burn for dicks and stuff their pussies.  
Their fantasies spill o'er the edge...and  
That's where I come in and write my doozies.