Sunday’s Sinful Suggestion

Please let me offer a suggestion.
A thought of what you might need.
I think it’d help release stress.
Help you feel good, perhaps fill you with glee.
Let me impart a little suggestion.
An idea for some time to yourself.
Be it in the shower, in bed, or behind a closet door.
Just go, I promise, it’s good for your health.
Let me assist you with a suggestion.
Just go wherever to find the real you.
Go and get off in the best way you can.
You’ll feel much better, I know it to be true.
Let me offer this glorious suggestion.
In good faith that it will always be.
That the best things we can do for ourselves.
Come with our own touch and sinful sexuality.

Just

You were just being silly,

So silly I’m hard.

Watching you dance,

Watching you lips part.

I was just being needy,

As I got into the shower.

After watching you,

Stroke your pink flower.

We were just having fun,

As our thoughts made us cum.

Looking and wanting,

A want that’s never done.

Bit Of Fun

The shiver,

The tingling in your toes.

Fighting the urge,

As your dependency shows.

Please Daddy,

Please can I play.

Such a sorrowful plea,

Begging I give way.

But no my love,

Its not your time.

Get on your knees,

Make me decide.

If your a good girl,

And relieve Daddy of his cum.

I might, I just may?

Let Babygirl have her own bit of fun.

Time

Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.

I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.

It seems to drag as I wait for your words.

It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.

Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.

We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.

It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.

It passes us by til we’re finally done.

Then the breaks bind and time stands still.

Forever we wait, that is until.

Our time comes, a time just for us.

And suddenly time has that same old rush.