Leaning back in your chair just fantasizing
Eyes closed, temparature rising
Fingers going up and down
Small gasps turn to drawn out moans of pleasure
Trying to keep your finger tips light as a feather upon your soft skin
But the temptation draws you closer to both your burning desire and a orgasm
I see you over there
Hands under your panties, fingers sneaking to your throbbing wet spot
Knowing the closer you feel, the higher up in ecstasy you go
That's it, slowly beginning to release all that built up frustration
Leaving room for pleasure at a more passionate level
Let them sexy hands explore your vast regions, curves, mountains, peeks, and valleys
Let them caress and grasp, reminding you of just how beautiful you are
Imagination takes over and now every touch and thought is of that special someone
Giving every spot the attention it deserves
Giving his movements shapes and speeds, going between nibbling and sucking
Your fingers become his movements, even as they enter within your moist cove
A gasp of passion escapes as you enter
Pretending he is going deeper with his manhood, and if your walls could talk, they probably would say, 'ohh daddy'
Deeper you go, using your fingers as the key to open the flood gates of a climax
Your imagination remains on that special someone
His eyes tell the tale of the passion he feels within himself
Your other hand continues its expedition
Its like you can feel pleasure everywhere now
You've now become a ticking time bomb
And as each minute passes, an explosion becomes imminent
Suddenly the expedition ends as that hand reaches out and grabs the closest object near by
The impending explosion is what you've been waiting for
You imagine his look as he makes that face like he's bout explode with you
Your legs start to quake as the thought of holding it in becomes too much to fathom
And then...like the hiroshima incident...a mushroom cloud of ecstasy
All provided by the smallest but most powerful WMP (weapon of mass pleasure)
The fingertip