Rare Meat

When it’s right, it’s right
When nothing is lacking…
When the attraction is truly mutual
That’s when the magic happens
Lust becomes desire
Desire becomes passion
Passion becomes love
You are a rare man
You talk the talk and walk the walk
Smart, sexy, gorgeous….
You…and your (insert ‘rhymes with walk’ here)
Mmmm…yes! Your meat in particular
Yep, I’m talking testicular…
A model-perfect penis, sliding between us
Takes me high, all the way to Venus
If there was an election
The winner would be your erection!
You have never failed to satisfy
Always hard, always ready
I have asked you how? Why?
You say it’s me
Us and our alchemy
But I know it’s just you
And you have been blessed
With a perfect pleasure tool
I’m grateful, I’m no fool
I show my appreciation and adoration
Even from a different nation
You are the very best! I’ve forgotten all the rest
Thankyou! A million times…Thankyou!!!!
For making all of my fantasies…
Become realities
I love you Beast

What You Do To Me

I’m aware of what you do to me
Sensitive to every beat my heart makes
The acuteness with which my mind remembers
So full of myself, or so I sometimes think
But it’s you, like a river
A strong current that has captured
The skeleton that holds me together
So full of you, or so I sometimes think
The print of your hand
With its indelible delight
And I am floating through this stream
Enlightened by your love, awakened by our dream

Daily Prompt: Awkward (At no point)

At no point have I ever felt awkward,

Felt unease about or with you.

Loving, kissing, talking, touching,

It all feels right, it feels true!

Destiny is a notion,

I’ve thought about in the past.

Destiny at last feels so real,

Since a world with you has been cast.

I never once hesitated,

I know we’re open and free.

For with you my gorgeous beauty,

I’m free to be who you love, I’m free to be me.

via Daily Prompt: Awkward

Daily Prompt: Mercy (Mercy, mercy me)

Mercy, mercy me!

Can’t you fucking see?

What you my love of loves,

Are doing to your Daddy. 

Don’t you realise?

It’s all there in your eyes.

As you tease me as you stroke,

With wide open thighs.

Mercy, mercy me!

I find it hard to believe.

That you my babygirl.

Don’t know, can’t ever see.

I know you realise.

You can see it in my eyes.

As I kneel to take a taste.

Between your wanting thighs.

Mercy, mercy me!

I’m gonna set you free.

My tongue and hand will work.

I’ll hear my Beauty squeal.

And there I’ll realise.

I’ll feel it in those thighs.

As you shudder, buck and cum.

And we feel the high of highs.

via Daily Prompt: Mercy

Sex with you

Sex with you is not a means to an end.

It’s more than a fad or simple trend.

It’s love in an act of giving, receiving.

It’s a place where we can’t lie, no way of deceiving.

Eye to eye conjoined in truth.

Blow by blow, Angel and Brute.

Sex with you so much more than that.

A feeling, a truth given impossible to retract.

You felt me beauty… I felt you.

We are forever, we saw it was true.