Drained

You’ll slip those little knickers off,

Let them drop down to the floor.

You’ll come and snuggle up with me,

Let me feel your soft skin’s warmth.

I’ll gently stroke over your moistening clit,

I’ll tease you and you’ll moan.

And as I slip my fingers in,

You’ll growl a wanting groan.

We’ll lie like this for hours my love,

You’ll come over and over again.

We’ll pet heavier than ever before,

And I’ll leave you contentedly drained.

This Hood Will Hide

This hood will hide the sweetest blue eyes.

For I can’t watch you as you cry.

But I’ll revel in glee at the cries I receive.

As the sadist in me takes what you feed.

This length of cane will dispense my pain.

Pinpoint application to drive you insane.

But I’ll remain calm as I cause you harm.

Outwardly emotionless yet inwardly charged.

Biting your flesh amidst slapped caress.

Ravaging brutally into a mess.

Sodden and sore your skin oh so raw.

You beg me master, please, please no more.

Oil & Skin

Pour the oil over your skin,

Let the black ooze barely cover.

Light yourself in flames of lust,

My burning goddess like lover.

Show me just how damned hot,

Let the liquid show what you got.

Clinging to you, nothing hidden away,

This second skin in which you bathe.

Pour more oil over your skin,

Let my hands and want caress.

Feel the heat from my palms that knead,

Absorb it all for as me you’re blessed.

Writhe my beauty as you’re overcome,

Lose yourself as you cum undone.

Lapse into that hypnotic state,

From the pleasure that a beast and oil create.

Bask in the oil poured onto skin,

Lie with me in pure pleasure.

Coat yourself in the memories,

Of this our time, forever.

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Tender touch

The gentlist caress,

Barely touches your soft skin.

Tracing lines,

Tickles bring grins.

Moisture giving lotion,

Rubbed in with fingers.

Massaging flesh,

The soothe will linger.

Neck to shoulder,

Arms and back.

Kneading your rump,

Down legs I track.

Rolling you over,

Rising up shins.

Deeply pressed thighs,

Passing by thoughts of sin.

Flat belly drawn,

To nipples erect.

Rolling in grasp,

Such perfect small breasts.

Then there again,

Shoulders stress soothed.

A look in your eye,

And a quiet ‘I love you’.

Days At Our Feet

The days fell to our feet
And we owned every single one of them
Inside each rise, we made them set
Love was where we placed our bet
We were the only game in town
A fantasy? A dream?
Under the cotton clouds
The musty deceit darkened
Our room, our passion
Fingers grasping flesh
Pinching for realness
But, we played on…
Oiled to ease
(Oh daddy…please…..)
Sliding, gliding
So far inside one another
Your bags that smother
This life we live, in secret
This love we give, in secret