Cam Queen

Cam Queen

I take my place upon the bed
and I transform, within my head,
into your every fantasy.
I'll do whate'er you ask of me.

The camera's on, so is the light.
I'll be your wildest dream tonight.
You see my image on your screen
and, for a price, I'll be your Queen.

My hands unbutton, at your request,
to tease you with my lovely breast.
I squeeze the nipple for effect
and in response it stands erect.

You type a message telling me
exactly what you want to see.
My panties slide below my waist,
I slide my finger; I take a taste.

The camera zooms as my legs part
so you see the glistening heart
of passion that you've paid to see.
You touch yourself as I touch me.

And now the part that's not been planned
as I yield to the pleasure of my hand.
I feel the rising excitement spread
as I arch and moan upon the bed.

I squeeze my breast, I pull my hair
knowing that you're sitting there.
Your eyes are watching every move
and I know for certain you approve.

With a sobbing moan, my pleasure peaks
and we both find the release we seek.
My fluids sparkle in the light
which slowly dims; done for the night.

We touched for a moment and we shared
a dream - the pretense that we cared.
I dress and alone, I walk out the back
and somewhere a screen fades to black.