She masturbates to me
In her mind I am among the elites
No one has ever thought more
intensively about me
than she. I think. Therefore I am.
The power of the imagination
turns her finger into a crayon
She Crayolas her self
I am good for her health, mentally
I offer escape. She lays on her side
And imagines me there. Squeezing her ass
And stroking her hair. Kissing her soft
Pausing to stare
It is almost like
I am really there.