Three

Three years ago to this very day,

Our minds and hearts gave birth to this.

A place where we’d share our thoughts,

Show our feelings weren’t mere myth.

This birthing was possible through true love,

Through a connection that transcends.

That reached around this big old world,

With a lust for each other that’ll never end.

Three years ago to this very day,

We made a pact, signed a contract of sorts.

That said we’d share with each other, and with you.

The vision of all that we’d sought.

So here we are, deeper in love today,

Than the day that we created this.

Here we are after meeting and more,

Sharing each sexual and emotional twist.

 

Hehe our baby is three years old my Beauty ❤❤❤

Here’s to many many  many more! ❤❤❤

I love you ❤❤❤

I love our blog too ❤❤❤

Just You, Just Me

If we could, I think we should

Our fingertips will touch

And we will feel each other’s breath

Dreams falling from our moist lips

Creating warm steam

Swirling like mini tornados

Trapped in here with us

Warming our flesh

We will just stay here

Cuddled

Snuggled

Under the veil

Where our childishness went

The older we got

And we’ll hold each other

And our hopes

Hidden away, here

In our special place

Our bodies somehow whispering

And we can’t let go

Go up for air…

Instead we will hide

Sharing secrets, sharing love

Just you, just me

I love you Beast ❤️

A Cautionary Yarn

If you’re easily offended you better not read.

For if there’s one things that’s offensive, that’ll be me.

We’re irreverently perverted, sacreligiously free.

We write what we want, write the truth that we see.

This blog is our story, all content based in truth.

My Beauty and I have very few rules.

If this troubles you the reader, if one finds us uncouthed.

I suggest you stop here, for this blog’s rather rude.

I Like The Rough Stuff

I like the rough stuff,

This you know.

In all I do,

I like to let go.

Music, sport,

Hard fucking sex.

Is it a gift?

Or a twisted hex?

Is it right?

That I like that bite.

That domination over others,

That battle, That fight.

Don’t get me wrong,

It’s always by consent.

I won’t hurt anyone,

Who wasn’t on the same bent.

But if you wanna bang heads,

I’m willing to hurt,

I’m willing to dive in,

Where some’d only flirt.

I like the rough stuff,

But this you know!

In all I do,

I love to let go.