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She Reads the Words

She reads the words upon the screen, a poet’s rhyme composed. A window to his inner thoughts, his hopes and dreams exposed. Of what he’d do if she were there, within his fevered grasp. Of how he’d touch her, tease and please her make her moan and gasp. She reads it once; her heart beats fast, her nipples standing firm. A throbbing deep between her legs as she begins to squirm. Her fingers brush her naked thighs. She starts to read once more. As she edges ‘tween her moistened lips, her pleasure to explore. His sultry words her passion fuel, her fingers tease her quim, as she reads the poems lust filled words, her thoughts are filled with him. She feels his touch; she feels his kiss. His fingers deep inside. A third time now she starts to read, no way to stop the tide of her eager onward rushing lust. Her fingers fucking deep. As a little of her wetness past, her thrusting fingers seep. She feels the pressure building now, and with an aching cry, She gives herself to his sweet verse, her lust to satisfy. The trembles through her body rip. The waves of passion peak. As she slowly slumps down in the chair, her body spent and weak. She takes a deep breath, thinks about her sweet poetic lover. ‘Til she sees her inbox and she finds That he’s now writ another.