Fingers

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.

I wish they could stroke your soft warm skin,

Slip inside your mouth, to wet for sin.

My fingers caress, gliding over,

Down your neck and over your shoulder.

Tracing down your arching spine,

To cup that arse, that’s oh so fine.

My fingers feel how you are,

They sense if you’re near, or if you’re far.

They gauge whether I’m right or wrong,

They decide if you cum, just how strong.

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.

 

 

 

A Living Hell

I’m horny,

Yeah, that’s nothing new.

I suppose,

You already knew?

I want,

Oh God how I want!

You,

Your shaved lil cunt.

I crave,

To lick it, to suck.

I ache,

To slip in, to fuck.

I’m horny,

Could you really tell?

This seperation,

A living fucking hell.