Dirty Deeds (Not about AC/DC!)

I stroke when I get horny
and you are not in sight
impulse gets ever strong
can you sense my struggle and plight

Think about what you are wearing
at those times when you want to show
the great temptations of the flesh
ending in the sweetest of flows

Imagine how another man is turned on
seeing your curves while waiting in line
even unknowingly you ignite pangs
naughty whispers from behind?

Fingers wrapped around my rod
wishing you had command of the jerk
murmurs growing louder from my lips
how you seem to love the work

Then back to reality
is he giving to all you seek
or is it a one time infatuation
that dies at the end of the week?

When I conjure up images
of our bodies in steamy delight
I reject any doubts of reluctance
go onto the brief moment of might

Your senses alert as I give
a flood that was pent up so
maybe matched by your own wetness
overflows that are nice to know

So I hope that you forgive me
if the words are not in sync
for the friction has taken over
and is affected by the ability to think