Kill Or Be Killed

It’s kill or be killed
And I think I may need a bigger knife
Before it’s too late,
Before I’m seen
Because every spotlight…spots
And adrenaline is my passing regret
While acceleration becomes exhilaration
Stretching out my hand
I begin to understand
As my thighs clench
The thin line
Between love and hate

As if

The moment that’s meant to last
A purpose to you and me
Hearts wrapped in a cast
Setting the breaks
Those longing aches…
Our smiles that refuse to fade
Air kisses, phone-blown
And we swim, we wade
In this gooey-love we both made
Spending our days, our lives
As if they will never end
As if we will never end

Muscle Bound

I love it when you play dress up

Those nets to the waist

Ripped…right…there…in haste

Letting me see exactly what you got

OMFG…..😋

With those black boots!!!

Muscle bound legs spread

I see it, you, everything….

Saluting so proud

A head without a shroud

Impossibly hard

Impossibly large

So, so kinky Beast…😈

You are my sex-feast `

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeow!

 

Your Total Mystique

You are unique in so many ways

(You’ve set my desire ablaze!)

The profile of your face

(wettens my lace)

Those two special whorls

(I wanna wear your pearls)

Your thoughtful, beautiful poetry

(Cum see me, please hurry!)

Your mouth, shaped like a heart

(I did fall in love from the very start)

Your sexy af hands….!

(Gah! My libido stands!!!)

The way you swirl your hips…

(mmm…I love it when you lick my lips)

Your sexy, soft-spoken british accent

(Our bodies sealed together, sweaty-cement)

The way you love, completely

(Whisper to me Daddy…whisper sweetly…)

But mostly what makes you unique

Beyond your hot bod, and the way you speak

Is your total mystique

I love you Beast❤️

Desire Assua(sausa)ges

Daily musing, and picture cruising

But dreams only happen when we sleep

Those memories we both replay and keep

A distinct strum, a deep bass

Play it Daddy…

Play it like you mean it

My finger swirls, in yours

Combined and intertwined

A good life, indeed

Our love, a beating stampede

Cracking ribcages

Proving to us that our mutual desire assuages

darkest days and nights

On the darkest days and nights,

I think of you.

I smile, I cry,

Both are true.

For love at arms length,

Isn’t a hard trial.

But coping with the need,

Can truly be vile.

Our minds have too much time,

Thinking the worst.

Lashing out at nothing,

The bubble nearly bursts.

Then it happens,

The epiphany of truth,

Then it happens,

I remember you.

All calms,

Fears ebb away.

And I thank you my Beauty,

For your love on those days.