My lil girl,
On the other side.
Seen through a lens,
I wish was my eyes.
Showing me all,
All that I want.
Her itty bitty tits,
Her tight lil cunt.
My lil girl,
On the other side.
Sharing a fetish,
Mouth open wide.
Hungry for cock,
The goo held within.
My greedy lil bitch,
My partner in sin.
Tag: long distance lovers
Love Containment
Love can’t be contained
Not in our hearts
Not in our minds
Not in any bottle or box
It defies capture
We try to reach for it
With our hands (or mouths, or c***s, or p*****s)
But it is always just out of grasp
And maybe we can touch it
A small piece of it
For a short while
But it’s always moving
Love is a mystery
The way it comes and goes
Making you wonder if it is real
It belongs to no one and everyone
The beauty of love
And the beast of love
The pleasure and pain…
Of wanting to hold onto something you can’t