The Dream That I Hold

To hold you, to soothe you,

To make things right.

To snuggle, to cuddle,

Each and every night.

Dreams that I hold,

So close to my heart.

The dream that one day,

I’ll not have to depart.

To kiss you, to touch you,

Is what I want now.

To stroke, to caress,

To not have to bow.

The dream that I hold,

Almost as tight as I hold you.

The dream that one day,

I’ll not whisper adieu.

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.

Sworn

You stand before me,

Naked as you were born.

I can’t believe it’s true,

That to me you are sworn.

For you my Beauty,

Are a dream before my eyes.

For you my Beauty,

I could only have hoped to find.

So as you stand before me,

Naked as you were born.

Look into my eyes,

To see I am to sworn.

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.

His delight, your distress

Daddy wants you bound,

Wants you ready to receive.

He says you’ve been a naughty miss,

Wants to spank you for his grief.

Whether you’ve been a naughty girl,

Matters not in his grand scheme.

For he’d find anything at all,

To bring about this scene.

He loves to see his sweetest peach,

Loves to colour it pink.

The feel of warmth as his palm connects,

The squeals he hears, his kink.

So babygirl, my good, good girl,

You might as well transgress,

For Daddy wants what he wants,

His delight, your distress.

Here’s To Us

For the last two years I’ve written for you.

I’ve poured out my heart, recorded my mind too.

I’ve been sexy and soppy in almost equal share.

I’ve written it here, cos you’re over there.

You’ve done the same, you’ve shared this place.

You’ve written of love, of it’s beauty, it’s grace.

You’ve received me, you’ve sheltered, taken me in.

You’ve shared with me, all that we’ve long held in.

We’re in love, us two, we’re adoring in equal measure.

And this blog that we’ve created, is our own hidden treasure.

So here’s to us, to another wonderful year.

Here’s to us, and the love we share here.