Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

Adventures in Sex

The filth that flows through my mind.

Shocks even me from time to time.

The adventures in sex I wanted to have.

You’ve wanted too, for which I’m glad.

You’d been unfulfilled, as too had I.

Until our minds met, clashed online.

With an out pouring of thoughts, hopes, dreams.

We told each other, what we need.

And into reality it came vividly true.

When we travelled to do what we needed to do.

We put into action the filth in our minds.

It still shocks even me from time to time.

That the adventures in sex so good, so bad.

Are our shared dreams, that we just need to have.