Making Out Again

I wanna make out like a teen again,

Kissing ferociously, nothing held at bay.

I want to push barriers, touch where I shouldn’t.

Feel my heart beat as we lose our innocence.

I’ll slide your panties over, feel the warmth inside.

Fingers getting wet, as in and out they slide.

Your hands wander too, seeking my hard cock.

Rubbing in my pants, daring that cum shot.

Both as back in our teens as you cum on rubbing hand.

I mess my shorts feeling like THE man!

I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.

 

What To Write

I sit and ponder what to write,

Something original, something trite?

Something sexual, poems of love?

One thing I know, it’ll be about us.

I write for you, I write for me.

I write of things we’ve felt and seen.

I write our chronicle, our history.

I write of what will come into being.

As I sit I ponder, what tonight?

Who knows what? But I’m certain I’ll write.