Sacrilege

Lord have mercy on my soul,

For given the chance I’d consume her whole.

I’d watch her dance, make her moves,

Then my turn would come to make my move.

I’d force her down, I’d open her up,

I’d take what’s mine, I’d eat then fuck.

Lord have mercy on my soul,

For my thoughts and deeds dig my hole.

The grave in which I’ll eternally sit,

For my thoughts for her are pure sacrilege.

Play Time

Don’t be shy,

Don’t hide,

Open your legs,

Open them wide.

Let me see,

See my fetish,

Show your pussy,

That which I relish.

Stroke her slowly,

Rub your clit,

Get her wet,

Drool lubricating spit.

Then go to town,

Masturbate hard,

Cum unshackled,

Morals discard.

Buck your hips,

Reality blurred,

Cum unravelled,

Let your bubble burst.

Then fall spent,

Lie on back,

Recover breathing heavy,

Try to relax,

And watch me wank,

As I take my turn.

Watch me stroke,

Study, observe.

Enjoy the sight,

Take in what you see,

My swollen cock,

About to spurt seed.

Listen for the catch,

That change as I breathe,

My balls rise tight,

As I cum and spurt free.

My belly splattered,

Covered, slick,

If only you were here,

To greedily lick.

But you see what you love,

What you see holds sway,

Turned on even more,

You again start to play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When This Thing Is Done

When this thing is done,

I’m coming to you.

And we’re going to do,

All we dream to do.

When this thing is done,

I’m gonna jump on a plane.

I’m going to fly over to fuck!

And in no way refrain.

When this thing is done,

I’ll do you too.

I’m gonna do you hard,

You know it’s true.

When this thing is done,

We’ll alleviate.

We’ll put right all our wrongs,

And it’ll feel fucking great!