Do You Remember

Do you remember?

My hard shaft in your grasp.

Lubed, as you were too,

As you guided me into your arse.

Do you remember?

You let out a cry of sweet pain.

You asked me please be gentle,

Asked that the beast remain chained.

Do you remember?

As pleasure rose to the fore.

So tight as you opened up to lust,

Now we want it more and more.

Do you remember?

The trust that it took to do.

The mutual respect offered up,

From both me and from you.

Guilty Pleasure?

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?