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 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?
I wonder what you’re thinking,
If your thoughts turn to me.
I wonder what’s on your mind,
What images you see.
I wonder if I’m there,
In amongst those wistful thoughts.
I wonder if I intrude a space,
This devil that really shouldn’t ought.
I wonder if I occupy,
If I’m there doing what you want.
I wonder if I’m turning you on,
Wetting your little cunt.
I wonder if your imagination,
Is driven enough to play.
I wonder if you’ll masturbate,
Perhaps cum for me today.
I wonder as I imagine you do,
If those things perhaps aren’t right.
But I’ll never wonder if that’s true,
Because I want you to, now, tonight.