Melancholy

Melancholy has taken grip of my soul,

Tears at my heart, my mind, my whole.

It’s lowered its black veil to block out light,

A blanket of gloom against which I cannot fight.

I tried to hide and let it pass unnoticed,

But it heard the tears upon which I was choking.

It claws at my pain carving wounds upon which it feeds.

It finds in me, all it could ever need.

Unhappiness, guilt, A forlorn lack of hope.

When the reality check hit like a rat that jumped boat.

I will look for it again I have to, to survive.

I need that hope or I might as well die.

A victim to reality as dreams are just that it seems.

And melancholy found me, a ripe banquet on which it feeds.

Sex Attire

The surge when I see you in sex attire,

Fills my heart, my veins with fire.

My cock bulges to an aching extreme,

My mind flies to imagine the scene.

The scenario of fucking for you and I,

Whimpers I’ll draw, aroused long sighs.

And so back to the room to make it real,

Here in real life, us, the real deal.

You ready and waiting in your sex attire,

Me ready and waiting to ignite lust’s fire.

I Remember

I remember the feel of your smooth soft skin.

How it felt in my grasp as I rammed my cock in.

How your hips felt squeezed tight in my grip.

As I hammered home lust, all mystery stripped.

I remember your soft scent, a musky delight.

As my tongue lashed your cunt and closing legs I did fight.

How you wriggled intently til you eventually bucked.

Cumming as I latched to your clit, as I fiercely sucked.

I remember gently tracing lines upon your skin.

Looking and loving, taking all of you in.

Thinking what did I do to deserve a girl such as this.

Saying “I love you” as we shared another lingering kiss.