Violence In Sex

There’s a violence in sex,

That’s hard to explain.

A hand squeezing your throat,

Yet it arouses not pains.

You like being thrown down,

And used fucking hard.

Sometimes that isn’t acceptable,

In the wider world it’s barred.

I’d happily ask you,

To whip my bare arse.

But if it was true punishment?

I’d never want that vote passed.

So, we live in a world,

Where passions contradict.

I’m so glad they do,

For sex should be varied, never ever fixed.

Savage Lust

Savage lust,

Animalistic intent.

Your beast is roused,

Won’t fall til he’s spent.

His eyes see,

What his cock needs.

His nose scents,

What he craves for feed.

The mood is set,

The chords are struck.

Tonight you’ll take,

My feral fuck.

No play or prep,

As my takedown ensues.

Bent over, impregnated,

Primordially abused.

Fucked fast, fucked hard,

You howl with delight,

As your filled with cum,

Your pillow you bite.

And then the hit,

You let out your scream.

Crying as you cum,

Stunned by the release.

Falling exhausted,

Lust out of captivity.

Savouring the moon’s mood,

Tamed, yet set free.

 

 

 

 

Sunny Day

The sun is shining,

The weather’s warm.

The type of conditions,

To be lightly adorned.

Perhaps a bikini,

Showing your skin.

I could watch you all day,

Imagine the sin.

I could admire you,

Your form on show.

You’d see me rising,

And you’d instantly know.

The sun is shining,

The weather’s warm.

The type of conditions,

That give me the horn.

Perhaps you’d call me over,

Pull me into the shade.

Free me of frustration,

And my shorts to play.

You could lick and suck,

Upon my rampant cock.

And as the sun sets,

Climb aboard me to fuck.