LUST

At the tip of my finger

There are no limits

for the masturbator

the subject matter

between head and finger

asks no permission

for this evenings session

find an astounding splatter

of pubis erectis

permitted entry for stimuli

is anything and anyone

In my mind

I can do all that

I please to you

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Heightened

At the tip of my finger

I place you

the rythmn slowly increasing

as long gliding slides

gain pace at the thought of you

quickening scenarios flash through

of pubis bones grinding

rubbed vulva to vulva

and then frozen

pleasure pulsates

through every gland

hot and throbbing

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Digit slide

Claustrophobic thought

caught me right in the thigh

moving on up

my bee-hive a wry

hand thrust down

slick mottled hair embrace

quickly cum with your

face keeping pace

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ONE LAST FLING

Might I be permitted

to brush

astride your hand

with red fingertip

contained in your world

of rich confinement

moneyed elites who have

no substance

drone out

facts, statistics and

banter social tattle

whilst I slowly

fade away aware

of all that sets us

apart