When She Talks to Me

When she comes on and talks to me
My body feels so good and free
Because she brings a rise, you see.

My prick springs up if I am nude.
I know it could appear quite lewd,
So telling her would be too rude.

If I am clothed I slip him out,
I truly know what I'm about,
But she can't think that I'm a lout.

It is my secret as we speak,
She cannot know she makes me weak,
So weak my cock will start to leak.

I jack my dick with visions sweet
Of her unclothed from head to feet,
I know it would make life complete.

But she won't know just how I feel
Because she'd say that it's not real,
And she can't see my sex appeal.

So online lust will be just that,
I'll jerk my meat as we both chat
While lustful as an alley cat.

How many times will I do this,
My luck can be so hit or miss,
But I still need that online kiss.

I flirt, I tease, I make her day
Because she loves the way I play,
But I can't speak, my feet are clay.

In any case I have my fun,
We talk, I stroke until I'm done.
I do not stop if she must run.

It might seem sad this life of mine
Like wilting blossoms on the vine
But still I think I'm doing fine.

My lady comes to me for peace,
I get from her my true release,
I hope that it may never cease.

Now you must guess who she might be
Or who is writing this, you see.
The speaker may be you, not me!