When angels die, do they fall to earth?
Do they come here for their rebirth?
Do I see before me now,
An angel reincarnate, fallen from a cloud.
When angels die, do they retain the look?
Do they hold the beauty from paradise they took?
Is the vision before me heaven on earth?
An angel reincarnate, for which I’d searched.
When angels die, is the cycle complete?
Do they get more beautiful as this cycle repeats?
Could what I see now ever improve?
An angel reincarnate, an angel like you.
Month: December 2020
Your Fetish
You look so pretty when on your knees,
Licking your lips oh so eager to please.
A good girl at heart this I know,
Hungry for cock and the cum that flows.
Innocent, that is, until the time you see,
The bulge in my pants, your wish set it free.
You look so pretty gagging balls deep,
Brave little girl covered in drool seeped.
A good girl at heart this I can sense,
As I fire into your throat, your fetish, your bent.
The Fetishes I’ve Got.
I want your pussy on a plate,
So I can feed before I fuck it straight.
I want your arse up in a swing,
So I can lube and slide my cock in.
I want you in fishnet looking hellishly hot.
So I can get my fill of the fetishes I’ve got.
Our Times As Lovers and Friends
When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
The way we do what the hell we like.
How we explore by day and make love by night.
When I feel alone and despair,
I close my eyes and I’m there.
Walking and talking on new city streets,
Cumming together through new sexual feats.
When I want that’s what I do,
I lie back to recall me and you.
Remembering our times in passionate climes.
Memories that I’ll cherish til the that day I die.
When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
Times that I can’t wait to happen again,
Times that we make as lovers and best friends.