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.

Drained

You’ll slip those little knickers off,

Let them drop down to the floor.

You’ll come and snuggle up with me,

Let me feel your soft skin’s warmth.

I’ll gently stroke over your moistening clit,

I’ll tease you and you’ll moan.

And as I slip my fingers in,

You’ll growl a wanting groan.

We’ll lie like this for hours my love,

You’ll come over and over again.

We’ll pet heavier than ever before,

And I’ll leave you contentedly drained.

Tender touch

The gentlist caress,

Barely touches your soft skin.

Tracing lines,

Tickles bring grins.

Moisture giving lotion,

Rubbed in with fingers.

Massaging flesh,

The soothe will linger.

Neck to shoulder,

Arms and back.

Kneading your rump,

Down legs I track.

Rolling you over,

Rising up shins.

Deeply pressed thighs,

Passing by thoughts of sin.

Flat belly drawn,

To nipples erect.

Rolling in grasp,

Such perfect small breasts.

Then there again,

Shoulders stress soothed.

A look in your eye,

And a quiet ‘I love you’.