Can you read my mind?
The way I cast you in my sequel
Knowing what you need from me
Limitless sex, we’re two of a kind
How it feels to be me
How it feels for you
The buildup, the prequel
Touching outside the fantasy
The lines of my heart
A truth that isn’t cruel
Starry ceilings flashing in our eyes
A passion to be pulled-apart
In my body-box, your perfect tool
And you’re eating every one of my sighs
Made from your heart shaped promises
Kissed to me in the dark
You feel me dive for every one
Deeper than your skin
Deeper than your sin
Even your guilt
I’m now within
Right now there’s only one thing that I want.
You bent over arse presented to me.
Oh what I could do with such a thing.
Oh the depravity!
Right now there are several things I could do.
With that arse presented to me.
But I’ll let you use your imagination.
Oh the depravity!
It’ll never feel like this again
We can try, but it won’t
Pretty and eyes-to-eyes
Our secrets, without their disguise
The inspiration for greatness
Propels us forward
And we run into the streets!
And we play under our sheets!
Making believe in the world’s auditorium
Only you, only me…
And our near-perfect fantasy
Hold me close…hold me like that
Like it’s real, like you mean it
Softly, and slowly…
Until it becomes holy
I tend to like things you do too.
Like folding you up to deeply screw.
I tend to enjoy the dreams we share.
Dreams come true like your arse spanked bare.
I tend to want things I know you’ll provide.
Like fucking your throat while tightly tied.
We tend to share the same open mind.
That allows our fantasies to actually unwind.
Was in over-drive
Which is how I liked it
I know what I needed…
And I went after it
Unless it came after me first
Oooh those urges…
I probably shouldn’t have…
I broke the lock
And read every page:
My heart sank
All the way down
I could feel it under my big-toe
It was weighted with so much…woe
And was shifting me…down…down…down
Slowing my pace
I wasn’t so different
And that realization set me free
Fantasies involving flesh
You and your ‘lil miss
Sharing your poems and stories
Here there is no policing of your thoughts
As they make visible tracks upon my skin
Oh…the seductive power of these possible sins!
Blogging to illustrate our history
Or predict our future?
If you’ve never been broken…
How can you know true Bliss?
Awareness of possible pain
A risk taken again and again
Writing on request
Where acceptance is the quest
And love…the ultimate conquest
Ensnared in an alphabet
Trapped inside each letter
Caught up inside of you
I’m tangled in your Bliss
“Don’t worry.” she said in a soft reassuring tone as she trickled the cold string of her favoured slick lube down over his exposed anus. His eyes widened as the sudden chill to his most sensitive area did nothing to relax him. “Please don’t hurt me.” Came a whimpering pitiful plea in reply as she gently pushed her index fingers against his now glistening sphincter. “Try to relax.” She advised as she felt him tense as she slowly started to push her latex clad finger inside him. He had his eyes closed tight and he was panting breaths as he’d read on one of the web sites she’d recommended. She was in and was slowly pushing past the second knuckle, twisting as she went. He was amazed that it didn’t hurt, that it actually felt fine, now he understood how pleasure could be obtained from such a situation. He felt his legs shake involuntarily as she found the spot, she gently massaged around it feeling his prostate, doing her thing with an expert touch. His cock stiffened as never before and he felt as if he might explode and cum there and then on just this sensation alone. But just as he was getting into the feel it suddenly stopped, she pulled her finger out and took a wipe from bedside the bed. Wiping his arse clean of the slick clear lube she smiled and cheerfully informed him “Well that feels fine, you can redress now.” As he dressed his Dr discarded the glove into the bin for incineration and washed her hands. “I’ll recommend the insurers that you’re in great shape Mr B.” She said happily and to her mind helpfully. He stood distracted nodding as he picked up his coat, he was looking at her lips moving but didn’t hear a word as he was thinking about how hard he was going to cum when he got home.
If I whisper softly in your ear
Will your pussy start to wet
D’ya think the crowded room we’re in
Will notice your changing breath
As I whisper what I’ll do to you
And you squirm inside your skin
Do you think the crowd of people here
Would imagine our kind of sin
As your cheeks flush, your labia too
Slip a hand down, raise the ante
Push and draw the slightest of moans
Stroking through jeans and panties
Do you think you’d care if we got caught
What people would think, disapprove
Or like me, would you carry on
Say “fuck em their just prudes”
Tell me lil miss, tell me now
Cos I really wanna make you cum
I want the whole world to see
My girl and me having fun
Imagination running pamantly wild
Did it happen, is it really true
Or was all this running through your mind
As I whispered my thoughts to you
A tilted phone
To match my tilted pelvis
Folded to fit…
With practice, everyone is deceived
Your replacement is slick and oiled
It comes out clean, but goes in soiled
I want to purge, yet my needs still lie prone
And I am left with just…this…
Pained by a pendulum in my own dark pit
Its back and forth motion making me cum uncoiled
And temporarily I am Relieved
Until my reality returns, my fantasy foiled