On lazy Saturday mornings
my thoughts are especially tender
and it seems so natural for my body to thrill
to a tingle your image can render

How delicious are the feelings
laying naked in my bed
early on a Saturday morning, alone
with thoughts of you in my head

When thoughts segue to my special friend
warmth fills my body so full
that the thin red line of my thermometer
fills my wrinkled tool

At first I merely smooth my hand
over my naked flesh
and my fingertips thrill my allness
with prickly warm sensuousness

My hands brush by my tiny points,
which serve no function in me,
and cause my mind to wander
to yours filled with blood blushingly

Mine become alive
as my fingers continue to roll
the tender pointlets, that long to touch
the hardened buttons of your mammary soul

My fingers wrap my manhood
to confirm that I’m worthy of you
and I watch the transformation
as I straighten and stretch so true

My hand is your sensual Yoni,
my fingers your pinkness so smooth,
my grip your grasping vagina,
that I fuck in the absence of you.

I stroke my 7 inch tool
so firm and bulky and hot
the loose skin moves in a rhythm
as if it were probing your slot

I grunt and wince and imagine
my cock in your glorious hole
as you kick your legs so wildly
when your g-spot is rubbed by my pole

I crane my neck to see my wild hand
spanking my purple head
and watch my slit open cunt-like
and see crystal drops ooze and spread

Oh how my bulk feels in my hand
and my palm slaps down on my balls
I know I’m so close to ejaculate
squirting cum and coating your walls

I am a stroking and a grunting
my eyes bugged out, my lips all pulsing red
as I finally spurt my seminal load
spattering droplets in my hair and my head

My stroking begins to slow its pace
and my cock’s all slick and gooey
as I dream I’m sliding inside of you
hearing your sensual sighs and your cooing

Do you mind me jerking it off like this
when I wake on such a day?
I’d much rather lie beside you
and engage you in sexual play.