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By johnqpublic
She smiles at me from my screen as if I were the man that haunts her fantasies; her posture is an invitation for me to slide inside; her curves are draped across a chair inviting an urge, to touch, to fondle Yet, I wonder... If she ever thinks about all the horny sweating lustful men like me, our eyes patrolling her body like so many grubby, groping fingers, our minds deep in contemplation of what we'd do to her if we could touch our hearts empty, seeing her only as lovely pixels on a screen Her face is bright & innocent, but I wonder what torments lie behind those bedroom eyes, of what atrocities of childhood led her here, to my screen I wonder does anybody love her & what they might think if they could see me wanting her not as a woman, but just a toy But these thoughts fade; & then I focus only on her four lips smiling back at me; and the imagined invitation on her pure & unlined face. She is a fantasy to me; to her, I'm only in her life because of her desperation. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 04:01 AM PST 10 • 0 • 16
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"She smiles at me from my screen..."