Touched

My touch soaks in, through your eyes to your mind.
Your hand conveys desires I write.
Self pleasure, self love, inspired by me.
The dreams I commit to the page set free.
Reading you create the scene within.
You and me envisaged in blissful sin.
Sighs of joy you stifle to hide.
Until you can’t til lust lets fly.
My touch now seems oh so real.
It courses to create the glow you feel.
And to think I lie a thousand miles away.
But somehow I still touched your soul today.

Sweet Defeat

I taste your essence,
As my tongue slips in.
I taste your soul,
I taste its sin.
I lap it up greedily,
For it feeds my black soul.
If it were possible,
I’d eat you whole.
I taste wanton lust,
As you spill it and cum.
I taste satisfaction,
It tells me I’ve won.
I lick up every drop,
For this victory’s sweet.
The prize I now possess?
Your orgasm taken in sweet defeat.

An Angel Reincarnate

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.

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.