The Hunger

The hunger,
It never stops.
The need to feed,
On what you’ve got.
Ravenous,
Insatiable want.
For you,
For your delicious lil cunt.
Starved,
Craving you.
I can still taste,
Your honey dew.
Feed me,
Pull me in.
And don’t let me go,
Til we’re both full of sin.

Nothing As Sweet

There’s nothing as sweet,

As sweet as you.

As between your thighs,

I lap nectarous dew.

My fingers pierce,

Bringing forth a gush.

Coating my face,

So erotically lush.

There’s nothing this sweet,

I promise you.

As you cum with a flood,

I’ve earnt my due.

 

 

Captive In Lust

I wish to crawl into your heart,

I know the way, where to start.

It’s by opening you up, between your thighs,

To stretch you taut as I slip inside.

I want it to hurt as you receive my gift,

That sink to the depths as I slowly lift.

A tear shed, encouragement to my art,

A moan heard, not anticipating a stop after I start.

I wish to infect you with an incurable disease.

A craving for more that I give, a deeper need.

Agony felt up on my withdrawal,

Cries for more as I tease to a stall.

I know how to make you a captive in lust.

By taking you apart leaving nothing but trust.

Put Simply

Put simply, your pussy is perfect.

Put simply, it’s all I want.

Put simply, nothing satisfies.

Like a few hours of eating your cunt.

Put simply, I lust the flavour.

Put simply, le parfum que j’adore.

Put simply, the vision of you spread wide.

Pumps the blood from my gluttonous core.

Put simply, I’m going rather mad.

Put simply, my hunger I need to feed!

Put simply, I want a taste of your lil quim.

To which I’m addicted with an ardent need.