Yours To Own

Temptation etched into your skin,

The path we strayed for our piece of sin.

Hour after hour of wanton lust,

Not because we choose, but because we must.

You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.

Me your fantasy, your very own whore.

Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.

Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.

And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,

That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.

I Lust You

I lust you

So deeply and depraved

Sex and all its possibilities

Are what my sinful soul craves

The paraphernalia

Of a filthy godless fuck

The feeling of your orgasm

As your body tied writhes and bucks

I lust you

Cumming in all your holes

Filling you with my burning flesh

Without me you’ll feel so cold

You’ll crave my insidious return

As I desperate need you too

And on our unholy reunion

I’ll fuck my way back deep into you

My Addiction

I can’t cover the tracks,

Marks on my skin.

Your touch, the pin.

Needling my flesh,

I must surrender to revelation.

I can’t hide my elation,

It’s visibly seen on me.

As I push the plunger down,

The rush damn near blows my crown.

Coursing passion in my veins,

Shaking takes me then leaves me drained.

It’s visible, it’s in my eyes,

Pupils dilated, open wide.

The rush I can’t ever get enough,

That ultimate rush as we make love.

 

This poem is written by Beauty and her Beast, the way we both feel.