Poking Through

I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in dew.

I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

And as you smile in perfect bliss,

I break away from lingering kiss.

To take my place between your thighs,

To gently slip wet knickers aside.

There she glistens, there she waits.

For my loving tongue and lips to sate.

The perfect lil pussy fragrant and warm,

The perfect partner for my hardening horn.

So now I feed, with ravenous greed,

A pig in feast, a boar in need.

Til you cum cunvulsing with shaking legs.

Opened wide on the corner of the bed.

But I’m not done I’ve an erection to use.

And before me glowing a girl so enthused.

So sliding in I feel your heat,

I feel the feelings we both find so sweet.

Fucking in full flight over and over the same.

Shuddering I cum and you cum again.

The perfect pair now lay gazing above,

Holding hands talking of love.

That is until the spark ignites again,

Deja vu you might think or say,

Cos I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in cum’s dew.

And I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

I need to fuck you again and again,

And luckily you need it just the same.

Tangled Inside Of You

Fantasies involving flesh

You and your ‘lil miss

Sharing your poems and stories

Here there is no policing of your thoughts

As they make visible tracks upon my skin

Oh…the seductive power of these possible sins!

Blogging to illustrate our history

Or predict our future?

If you’ve never been broken…

How can you know true Bliss?

Awareness of possible pain

A risk taken again and again

Writing on request

Where acceptance is the quest

And love…the ultimate conquest

Ensnared in an alphabet

Trapped inside each letter

Caught up inside of you

I’m tangled in your Bliss

via Daily Prompt: Bliss