White Lava

Maybe it was the heat
but my senses were in overdrive,
and I hadn't erupted in days

Every second glance
any woman, big or small
quietly fed my hunger,
my fantasy

revealing curves
and bare legs
and what charm
might await
beneath that summer dress

An innocent text
took a turn
and I sensed
a wetness
between the lines

I couldn't resist
to play in the insinuations
and soon I was sending
naughty pics
heisted from a favorite site
doing a good deed
to take her to new heights

Maybe I wasn't inside
but I could pretend
with the right balance
of chat and inspiration

She confessed
that the one with
the woman and two men
stirred her a little crazy
and without a stroke
it became too much
but I could feel the impending reaction
in my own body
and releasing myself
from my underwear
the flow came
without physical coercion
just the mind and ideas
- delicious ones -
that steady stream
gliding down the length
just as was needed
given my attuned state