High as chin
Cunt glistening proud
In my hand
As it rests
Til you’re a shaking
You’ve no choice
In what comes
For I’m in control
When you are finished
When I am done.
Is there any girl out there as beautiful as you?
I suppose there is, I suppose it’s true.
But not to me, for you’re the one.
The one I’d sought in all my days gone.
Yes to others, they see beauties abound.
But the girl of my dreams in you I’ve found.
Last night, you were in my dreams.
My princess of perv, between my knees.
You stroked, you sucked, you gagged on cock.
Having the time of our lives, when you turned, I fucked.
I rammed in from behind, fucking you hard.
Your head under my desk, face shocked, alarmed.
For I didn’t hold back, I gave every ounce.
By the end when I came, you looked battered, trounced.
You were as happy as I was exhausted, your face flushed with a smile.
And then you got back under the desk and I worked for a little while.
I wonder what the dream meant, what it says about me.
For you lived under my desk and I fucked you as hard as can possibly be.
When angels die, do they fall to earth?
Do they come here for their rebirth?
Do I see before me now,
An angel reincarnate, fallen from a cloud.
When angels die, do they retain the look?
Do they hold the beauty from paradise they took?
Is the vision before me heaven on earth?
An angel reincarnate, for which I’d searched.
When angels die, is the cycle complete?
Do they get more beautiful as this cycle repeats?
Could what I see now ever improve?
An angel reincarnate, an angel like you.