Daydreaming

Sat at work daydreaming of things we’ll do.

Sat hiding a hard on, yes it was true.

Those things that some might think depraved.

Those things some think dirty things we crave.

Sat daydreaming of anal sex, skull fucking too.

With a hidden hard on that belongs inside you.

Those things that we simply need and adore.

Like a cunt full of cum fucked hard til it’s sore.

I sat daydreaming today and I mailed to tell you.

Of my cock and my thoughts of all that we’d do.

And as I expected you replied and agreed.

That I’m not alone in what I need.

Love and Lust

I love to see you collared.

To see that I own you.

I love to see you in rope.

Knotted and looped through.

I love your arse plugged.

Prequel to our play.

I love to eat your pussy.

To feel you swoon and sway.

I love to make love.

To fuck adventurously.

I love to cum inside.

Let my seed flow into thee.

I love how you love.

Everything we do.

I love how love and lust.

Is the foundation of us two.

Tempo of Lust

Wrap your roused flesh, wrap it around mine.

Move at an erotic tempo, lustfully kept in time.

Infidelity in a synchronous fashion.

Beat out every ounce of pent up passion.

Til crescendo cums, a chorus screamed aloud.

Duet in sinful secrecy, yet scored loud and proud.

Ooze our lust o’er sex ridden sheets.

And hum to the tune that we still discreetly  keep.