Physically motionless, and still my blood rushes, desiring you.
The only movement is internally, so what else was i suppose to do?
I touched myself, entertaining filth, allowing it to affect my head,
I decided then to call you up, and pleasure you instead.
I met you later on that night, trenchcoat, heels and scattered thought,
Oh yeah, the most important thing, the condoms that I brought.
Im getting chills, from hearing your voices stern, masculine tone.
Wondering if you become erect, from my videos which you've been shown.
I'm at your beckon call, to be bent over and give you it all.
I love the way you pull my hair, it makes me hotter than I can share.
Get me all alone, in a room, and I'll show you in person what I mean.
After all is said and done, it will be the greatest porn scene.
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