Your Anus My Captor

Bend yourself over,

Show me your arse.

Get my blood flowing,

Set your line, cast.

Draw me in,

Capture my lust.

Net what you need,

Take in that first thrust.

Slick as it slides,

Out and then in.

Your anus my captor,

Capturing my sins. 

Moaning pleasure,

Our cries of delight.

Cumming together,

Not trying to fight.

Releasing all,

Unbridled and free.

Your arse filled,

By me as you need.

You Just You

You just you, nothing else.

Pictures that make more than my heart melt.

Pictures that make my hard cock ooze.

Pictures of you my sweet sexy muse.

You just you, nude as born.

Sexy as hell, but much more warm.

Pictures that show me all that I miss.

Pictures that you thankfully gift.

You just you, the Goddess I praise.

That you chose me, I’m still amazed.

Pictures we’ll make, you and I.

Held in our minds til the end of time.

Mediterranean Heat

When in Rome do as they do,

When in Pompeii screw as they screw.

Fucking in brothels, enjoying the orgies,

Pompeii was made for you and for me.

Lust in the sun, villas of sin,

Cupid and Eros packing them in.

Vesuvius loomed threatening all,

But eyes weren’t looking for that fall.

Days and nights of lust quite complete,

Living the dream of Mediterranean heat.

Little White Cotton Panties

Little white cotton panties,

Pulled up showing all.

Leaving nothing to my imagination,

That lil wet patch has me enthralled.

My Babygirl in all her glory,

Teasing her Daddy til he’s hard.

Showing me what I want to eat,

Playing her hand of trump cards.

Little white cotton panties,

Slowly slipped to one side.

Showing just what I’d imagined,

The ooze of your lust from inside.

My Babygirl in all her glory,

Beckoning me to take to my knees.

Inviting me to come take a taste,

Inviting her Daddy to feast.

One

One touch that set us alight.

One touch we’ll remember for the rest of our lives.

One kiss that revealed our obvious truth.

One moment that told you loved me as I love you.

One occurrence would never be enough.

One meeting that made our lives so fucking tough.

One more we decided and one more again.

One touch that ignited our wildfire love flames.

Your Sire

Long lean lines,

That more than please my eyes.

If I had a type?

You are it, I cannot deny.

You spark in me,

Feelings so primitive, so wild.

I’d have taken you in a former life,

I’d have claimed you as mine.

But those days are passed,

We’re civilised now, isn’t that true?

Or is there a spark of our past lives,

Left deep inside of you?

Are you happy for my eyes to devour you?

Does being prey wet your desires?

Are you happy to be coveted?

To be taken by me your Sire.