The magic of reflected love
Do you remember?
My hard shaft in your grasp.
Lubed, as you were too,
As you guided me into your arse.
Do you remember?
You let out a cry of sweet pain.
You asked me please be gentle,
Asked that the beast remain chained.
Do you remember?
As pleasure rose to the fore.
So tight as you opened up to lust,
Now we want it more and more.
Do you remember?
The trust that it took to do.
The mutual respect offered up,
From both me and from you.
A little bit of pain,
Never did any harm.
A little sting now and then,
Just a part of my charm.
That underlying ache,
Reminds of what I give.
The bruised bite mark upon your arse,
Nothing more than a loving gift.
A little bit of pain,
Never did any real harm.
It just reaffirms the truth,
And brings a certain calm.
Am I your guilty pleasure?
Your sordid erotic dream.
Do you think of me?
When your fingers set you free.
Am I the fuel that fires?
Heating your orgasmic core.
Am I the tempter?
That calls out your inner whore.
Am I what you need?
Do I give all you want?
Do I tear down the facade?
Destroy the guarding front.
Am I a vision of freedom?
A path to sexual liberation.
Or simply a guilty pleasure,
The prequel to masturbation?
Eager eyes
Betray what’s inside
Open mouth
Leaves no doubt
Gagging cough
Never wanted it soft
Force fed cum
Sated, both done