Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.

I Lust You

I lust you

So deeply and depraved

Sex and all its possibilities

Are what my sinful soul craves

The paraphernalia

Of a filthy godless fuck

The feeling of your orgasm

As your body tied writhes and bucks

I lust you

Cumming in all your holes

Filling you with my burning flesh

Without me you’ll feel so cold

You’ll crave my insidious return

As I desperate need you too

And on our unholy reunion

I’ll fuck my way back deep into you

Do you love it?

Do you love it when I tell you that I wank over you?

Do you love it when I show you videos of spurting goo?

Does it whet your own lusts, wet your vagina for play?

Does it fuel the fire that cums in you every single day?

Do you love it when I tell you that our pact of depravity,

Fuels my hand as it strokes my cock to set my desires free.