The magic of reflected love
Bend yourself over
Pull yourself apart
Let me see
That work of damned art
Ask me nicely
Beg me to fill
Want me to fuck you
Need me to fill
Take me deep
Every last inch
Push yourself back
My horny lil bitch
Cum as I cum
Deep deep inside
Let our lust loose
To run down your thighs
Turn stand and hold me
Feel lust turn to love
Tell me you want more
That I’m never enough
If they trace my thoughts,
They’d lead to you.
To last night’s play,
To all you do.
To pink net attire,
To wide open thighs.
To our favourite dildo,
To industrial vibes.
If they trace my thoughts,
Back to last night.
They’d find we me wanking,
Over such sights.
My fingers slowly trace your form.
Lithe, taut, so far from the norm.
A vision of heaven, personified.
My beauty, my love, led by my side.
A gift from only god knows where.
Lying beside me in love’s glow shared
Letting me trace our story that’s true.
Across the naked Angel, that Angel you.
Little heart-quakes ripple deep
The motion of this pain is slow and steep
Suffocating pressure is jenga’d on my chest
Why can’t my desire stop and rest?
It keeps pulling at these zigzagging stacked bars
Using them to form our make-believe home in the stars
Divinity is what you represent
An epiphany, but was it heaven sent?
Your love is an opportunity I won’t forsake
This primal animal magnetism impossible to shake
My eyes Trace your soul’s reach
As my fingers scratch to breach
What my mind has already tripped over
I am falling…
I am falling…
I am falling…
I’m lost inside of you
You know it’s true