You Know Where It’s Going

You know where it’s going,

When I lick my finger and look at you.

You know where it’s going,

When I beckon you over to do what I want do.

You know where it’s going,

When I turn you around.

You know where it’s going,

When I pull your panties down.

You know where it’s going,

When I bend you and see the site.

You know where it’s going,

When that finger slips inside.

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.

Picture this

Picture this my lil miss,

I’m led naked, cock hard.

I’m waiting for you to enter the room,

So you can come to play your part.

Anticipation weeps from deep within,

The twitch beats with my heart.

I’m dying with need, with wanton lust,

Imagining you lips as they part.

So picture this my lil miss,

Your Daddy waiting for his hungry girl.

Ready as he’ll ever be,

To feed you my precious pearls.