A Framed Thought

For this moment in time
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at her
Look at the way she stands
Look at the way her hair covers her face
Look at the way her hand hangs from the tip of her underwear
Its almost as if she wants to please herself but refuses to do so till I'm there to watch
For this moment in time
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at the way she spreads her legs open
Look at the way she leans against the bathroom door
Her picture holds a thousand moans
And if I listen hard enough I can hear each and every one of them
I can hear her breathing heavy
I can hear the whisper of my name
I can hear her asking that I go deeper
I can hear each passionate moan
From looking at this picture and becoming lost in imagination...
Shhhh....can you hear it
This is as close as she has allowed me to get
A picture...a framed thought....a shared piece of imagination...
And I know that its only so long I can look at it
Its only so much of this imagination I can take before I burst into flames
So one last time I view it
One last time I remember how much I loved being inside her
One last time I remember how much she loved for me to be inside of her
I take a deep breath
I shake my head, lick my lips, wipe the sweat from my face
And hit the delete button
She lived on my laptop screen
She's now imprisoned in my fantasy
A framed thought.....

-Cash

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