Words Of Pure Sin

I want you to read my words,

I want them to get you wet.

I want you to imagine me,

Giving what the type sets.

I want you to dance, to revel,

To delve within heart and flesh.

To drag out deep seated lusts,

That I know your head contests.

I want you to show me,

To show my labours bore fruit.

I want to see you in sinful flight,

I do not want to see you cute.

I want your fingers working,

Hand thrusting false phallus in.

I want you crying my name as you cum,

Inspired by my words of pure sin.

 

Not Long Now

Not long now, til I tie you down, tie you to that bed,

Folded over, opened holes, I’ll do what I said.

Smeared lube everywhere, to make you oh so slick.

Ready for my fingers, dildos, and of course my dick.

I’m going to take my time with you,  raise you, let you fall.

I’ll let you catch your breath sometimes, but sometimes not at all.

I’ll overwhelm your senses, intensity unbound.

I’ll walk you through the stars above, then smash you upon the ground.

I want you to feel the storm, the storm that rages within me.

I want you to feel release, all control gone, mind and soul set free.

I want to fuck you, hard, as hard as hard can go.

I want to make love to you, so gently, so lovingly slow.

Not long now, til I tie you up in knots.

Til we do all of the above, til I give you all that I’ve got.

Til we become one, a singularity.

In love, in lust, in no holds barred debauchery.