The magic of reflected love
Look at me,
Look into my eyes.
See the want,
See the desire.
Look at me,
See how aroused.
No amount of anything,
Could these fires be doused.
Look at me,
As I take you in hand.
Feel what you want,
Feel your man.
Look at me,
As we rise to new heights.
Feel everything you wished for,
Orgasmic delight.
I’m Hungry,
Ravenous indeed.
It repeats over and over,
My wanting dream.
I can taste your pussy,
Memories make me salivate.
I want to feel you cum,
As about my head your legs shake.
I’m Hungry,
I’m starving in actual fact.
And only one thing can sate me,
Your wet cunt, your moist pussy, your gushing crack.
When I look at you I see what I need.
I see love and lust in equal degrees.
I feel things in my heart and further below.
Both swell at your thought, both instinctively grow.
When I hear your voice my ears delight.
I hear heaven and imagine your glorious sight.
The beauty that I love and in turn loves me.
The beauty that I will never ever set free.
For I truly believe, that we’re meant to be.
You my beauty, me your beast.
Am I your guilty pleasure?
Your sordid erotic dream.
Do you think of me?
When your fingers set you free.
Am I the fuel that fires?
Heating your orgasmic core.
Am I the tempter?
That calls out your inner whore.
Am I what you need?
Do I give all you want?
Do I tear down the facade?
Destroy the guarding front.
Am I a vision of freedom?
A path to sexual liberation.
Or simply a guilty pleasure,
The prequel to masturbation?