So Called Vices

Your so called vices,

Are my fetish, you!

Your lewd, crude pastimes,

Are what I want you to do.

Playing dress up,

My dirty slutish girl.

Pushing the dildo in,

Vibing til your little toes curl.

Your so called vices,

A kink that I need,

Your filthy, dirty games,

Setting your soul free.

Putting on a no holds barred show,

Showing me as you let it all go.

Fucking yourself into Nirvana’s realm,

Cumming, cumming and cumming again.

Your so called vices,

Qualities that I adore.

Watching my girl give,

All she needs from her core.

Just the way we need it

When I’m high on love, because you’re high above…

And it’s making my small-mind rain in the fall
My secrets pulsing-wet in my panties
Will you see me as I am?
In front of you, but not really there
So full of liquid anticipation
Squeezing, stroking 
Just the way you like it
Just the way you need it
It’s me….you’ve been thinking
Me…that will soon be drinking
And then you arrive
And I know I will survive
Because distance is no longer our demarcation
On this very short vacation…
And you’re intoxicated on lusty-expectation 
So am I
Slurring to my knees
Just the way I like it
Just the way I need it
Your paralyzer
Your breadth-a-lies-her
Now blow!
Blow Daddy….
I’ll always give you more than a point-oh (hell yeah!…I) 8 (it)

My Muff, My Magic Dragon

Reaching down in between my legs

I’m the moth, and the flame

To be both is what I desire…

My life tasteless like tofu

Its rubbery sense of possibility

Tongued, then swallowed

But your poems are like kisses to my wrist

And I’m gonna straddle and ride in my room

Like a horny bride on top of her groom

My body is a raging hard-on

Seeping, leaking

About to blow

My muff, she holds the magic dragon

For which I endlessly chase

Her sex constantly craving

Thank you for feeding me Beast, for letting me be a moth and a flame to you. I love you.