We found a fifth

The intimate pages of my diary

Unspoken, yet bespoken

And it was your fingers

That third night

Deftly and without any reservation

Spreading me open

That solidified my adoration of you

It was inside the four seasons, that we found a fifth

And the words fell from us both

They were telling, and sometimes yelling…

We heard each other

We listened to each other

It was the story of our past, the lyrics of our present

And the promises for our future

Medusa Phase

Will you go down?

To my sticky pollen-full sheath…

Confessions and sharp teeth

The birds do it, the bees do it…

And Daddy…you and I do it…

Slathered in ecstasy about to drown

Your body covers mine

Like an umbrella,

And I am seeing your estrella

This sexual phase of our lives

Like bees, making honey in our hives

And I massage your stinging heart

With my hand, so beautiful

It looks like a floating fish of jelly

You make me feel so regal and royal…

Ooooh…how I love to slide back and forth atop your belly…

And let my honey comb all those little hairs

Giving you the truth for every single one of your dares

My love! I live within the haze of your shimmering light

And to my every sense

You are a true delight

I love you Beast

bzzzzzzzzz 😉

You have heart-shaped lips

You held me against your mouth,

Tasting my soft bittersweet love

How can I explain the joy?

What words could possibly describe…

You, my beautiful boy?

Born with lips like a heart

You’ve come into my world

And stolen mine❤️

You are a piece of sweet ginger candy

And you make me altogether randy

I am in physical agony without you

When you are inside my body…

To put it simply: I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life

Ohhhh…my sweet, sexy, bearded poet…

Leaving you in Seattle

Has given me a rattle

And my mind went into battle

I am addicted to you!

How did you think I would handle…

Getting just a small taste of you…

And then having to leave??????

I feel like a blown out candle

I have fallen down, and not gracefully

Spiralled, in the most un-prettiest of fashion

Fuck this! I don’t want to have to ration!!

The Perfect Canvas

Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.

Graced with rope

Slender body,

Long lithe limbs.

Graced with rope,

Tied for sin.

Openly fettered,

No guard to protect.

As fingers probe,

Your lust wet.

Tongue and lips,

Tease mercilessly.

A whisper to a slave,

Cum for me.

And then my Beauty,

As you tense to release,

I stop, I laugh,

Your bastard Beast.

Just The Start

I was in heaven, heaven last week.

You were in my arms, our rarest treat.

You were in our bed, kissing me.

I slipped between your thighs, to lovingly feed.

Your moans, your gasps, your jolts of joy.

You loved my tongue, the methods employed.

You came with a shudder, a bliss filled cry.

I saw love, I saw passion in reflected eyes.

Then your turn, you needed my seed.

You yourself sank to lovingly feed.

You grasped and stroked, sucked and choked.

Feelings of more than lust evoked.

And just like you, I came so fucking hard.

You smiled and licked, left not a drop to discard.

And there we were at just the start.

Of the first night of love, since we’d been forced to part.