Heart’s Holes

I long to fuck you.
To revel in your flesh.
To make real imagined perversions.
To put our limits to the test.
I long to use you.
To give and take needs.
To make fantasies physical.
To set our lust free.
I long to love you.
To give peace to my soul.
To do what we do.
To fill our heart’s holes.

For Us

Do it for us, just for us.

No other reasons than just because.

Do it for pleasure, yours and mine.

Thinking of us in this special time.

Your hand is my hand as you play.

In your mind it’s to me you stray.

And as you cum, your hips they’ll buck.

To the images of us, as my fingers fuck.

Don’t do it for me, don’t do it for you.

Do it for us, for our yearning love true.

 

 

Sex Attire

The surge when I see you in sex attire,

Fills my heart, my veins with fire.

My cock bulges to an aching extreme,

My mind flies to imagine the scene.

The scenario of fucking for you and I,

Whimpers I’ll draw, aroused long sighs.

And so back to the room to make it real,

Here in real life, us, the real deal.

You ready and waiting in your sex attire,

Me ready and waiting to ignite lust’s fire.