Think Of Me

Do you think of me

With your hand gripped tight

Picturing me there

Watching you stroke

Do you wish it was

My small hand

Working you hard

Bringing you pleasure

Can you see my eyes

Ablaze with lust

Yours begging and pleading

Staring back at me

Do your moans

Stay silent to hear mine

Or get louder with every touch

Drowning out my own

When you can’t hold out any longer 

And finally shatter

Don’t close your eyes

Think of me