Touched

My touch soaks in, through your eyes to your mind.
Your hand conveys desires I write.
Self pleasure, self love, inspired by me.
The dreams I commit to the page set free.
Reading you create the scene within.
You and me envisaged in blissful sin.
Sighs of joy you stifle to hide.
Until you can’t til lust lets fly.
My touch now seems oh so real.
It courses to create the glow you feel.
And to think I lie a thousand miles away.
But somehow I still touched your soul today.

Perpetual Halloween

I know a few tricks that’ll give you a treat.
Things that’ll make you tingle from your head to your feet.
I know how to raise passion, stoke your inner fires.
I’ll scare you half rigid giving all you’ve desired.
I know an incantation that’ll steal your soul.
But no words are spoken it’s a physical tome.
Where touch, the darkest touch, claims you for eternity.
Taking Beauty into Beast’s perpetual Halloween.

A Sex Life Improvised

Hidden away,
Hiding to play.
To play for me,
Good girl for Daddy.
Hard nipples clamped,
Wet clit slapped.
Fingers licked,
Inside they dip.
Juices squelch,
Contractions felt.
Shuddering you cum,
Your video done.
I’m watching now,
Mind blown, wow!
Cock hard as rock,
Wanking into sock.
Like horny teens,
I get you, you get me.
Cumming for each other,
Separated lovers.
Waiting to unite,
To fuck dirty as we’d like.
But for now biding time,
With a sex life improvised.

Bound to Deny

Bend over my sweet,
Showcase your arse.
Pull panties aside,
See the spell that you cast.
For you know,
Certain for sure.
That I’m captivated,
Desperate for more.
Riveted to the view,
As you tease me hard.
Wanting to reach,
To grope, to grasp.
Moist slim lips,
Glisten to invite.
The taboo little star,
Dark yet so bright.
Bent over before me,
Frustratingly out of touch.
I’m bound to deny,
What I want oh so much.