The magic of reflected love
Sweating palms
Dripping heat
Hunting to calm
Because, desire is my only psalm
I wanna be a hooper
A spade hidden in aces
A prodigy of you, my beautiful Beast…
Igniting you like a box of tinder
To the right, to the left
To the left, to the right
My sex is perfectly-ripe
Ready for you to swipe
Sparks from friction
Only add to our addiction
Closer than close
Locked in a meaningful resuscitation
Our word of mouth…
Never broken
For us…love is always spoken
Soft pillows of perception
And jagged blankets of circumstances
We run in the shadows
Until we can’t
Until we fall asleep behind them
Hand in hand, together forever
Body juxtaposed upon body
My mind is spinning so fast
And my heart is thumping a deep bass
And I can see through your face
And I can see through you….
This is love
You are love
Love is you…
Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.
Another Sunday morning,
Bed empty beside.
But I can see you there,
If I close my eyes.
I can feel you,
Not in hand but in heart.
I can hear you,
If listen real hard.
Another Sunday morning,
Led here at home.
But if I quieten my mind,
You’re here, I’m not alone.
Fast to be so cold
And then the burning slowness…
But first, I digress
And you won’t have to think twice
Our recipe is sugar and spice
We love the sugar…
Reveling in our sweet
And our spice
Is like throwing dice
Even when we want it to be rice
Beast…you are the speculum
That has opened my world
You never fail to satisfy
Aiming for that fourth eye…
It is only with the greatest elation
That I celebrate our conflation
It’s been nearly two years
Since I met you here
My BFF,
My sweet darling dear…
And I can assure you
My wicked-hot englishman
The taste of your flesh
Will forever remain fresh
I love you with all my heart❤️
If you want blood? You got it.
Love is a direct current
There is no current alternative
We have created a mosaic
Our love is always fresh
It will never be archaic
The only dumping I will ever do
Is gonna be in my toilet….
I know you aren’t into that
You’ll just have to trust me
Marry me the next time we meet
Show me the inside of your heart
Let me see it
Let me feel it
Again and again
I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!
I FUCKING LOVE OUR BLOG
I AM GOING TO LOVE YOU UNTIL THE DAY I DIE!
END OF
Love as old as time itself.
Archaic to some, put up on a shelf.
Not to me, not to you.
Love is all we know, love true.
I’ve never been fashionable.
Timeless you might say.
And love? Love for me will never fade away.
It’s old, but without it we wouldn’t be.
Archaic? No, not to me.
I love you Beauty,
Those words pure and true.
The words I say,
Everyday to you.
I love you Beauty,
let the phrase resonate,
Feel it sink in,
Accept our fate.
I love you Beauty,
Our souls tethered.
Our hearts bound,
Together forever.
Slender body,
Long lithe limbs.
Graced with rope,
Tied for sin.
Openly fettered,
No guard to protect.
As fingers probe,
Your lust wet.
Tongue and lips,
Tease mercilessly.
A whisper to a slave,
Cum for me.
And then my Beauty,
As you tense to release,
I stop, I laugh,
Your bastard Beast.
Am I guilty of wanting you too much?
Is it a crime to really want to fuck?
Should I be ashamed of wanting your arse?
Do I demean you by being so crass?
Will you tell me that you want the same?
Are you as perverted as me, truly depraved?
Please tell me yes, that you’re my sweet lil whore.
Please tell me yes, you want my cock and so much more.
Am I guilty of wanting you too much?
Hell yes I am, I’ve felt your touch.
