The Transferal Of A Vibe

She was the first of her kind
to confess to me
about those certain cravings

I suspected most
hid some of their questionable desires
in the silence of the imaginative mind

Reserved for those moments alone
the buzz of an accessory
moving into the depths
guided by their own hand
and fueled by those taboo longings

For some, maybe it would be the only
way they would ever get off
by what they fabricated in mind
that persuasion so powerful
of an unrestricted thought
to make them moan and cum
every single time

When she told me...
the spike in my pants
grew massively intense

Sharing what she thought about
in the height of that self-inflicted pleasure

Clues, perhaps
of what we might play out in the future
because once it got said,
it would be entertained
in my own mind
again and again