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
lying naked in my bed
early on a Saturday morning, alone
with the ultimate you in my head

When attentions 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 seven-inch tool
so firm and bulky and hot
and my 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
as your G-spot is rubbed by my pole

I crane my neck to see my wild hand
Savaging my purplish head
and watch as my slit opens cunt-like
and crystal drops ooze and spread

Oh, how my bulk feels in my hand
as my palm slaps down on my balls
I know I’m so close to ejaculate
And squirt cum whilst coating your walls

I am a stroking and a grunting wanker
my eyes bugged out, and my lips pulsing red
when I finally spurt my seminal load
spattering droplets in my chest and my head

I slow my hand through the silky aloe
my cock’s is all slick and gooey
as I dream, I’m still sliding so deep inside you
while hearing your sensual sighs and your cooing

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