Touched

My touch soaks in, through your eyes to your mind.
Your hand conveys desires I write.
Self pleasure, self love, inspired by me.
The dreams I commit to the page set free.
Reading you create the scene within.
You and me envisaged in blissful sin.
Sighs of joy you stifle to hide.
Until you can’t til lust lets fly.
My touch now seems oh so real.
It courses to create the glow you feel.
And to think I lie a thousand miles away.
But somehow I still touched your soul today.

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.

A Sex Life Improvised

Hidden away,
Hiding to play.
To play for me,
Good girl for Daddy.
Hard nipples clamped,
Wet clit slapped.
Fingers licked,
Inside they dip.
Juices squelch,
Contractions felt.
Shuddering you cum,
Your video done.
I’m watching now,
Mind blown, wow!
Cock hard as rock,
Wanking into sock.
Like horny teens,
I get you, you get me.
Cumming for each other,
Separated lovers.
Waiting to unite,
To fuck dirty as we’d like.
But for now biding time,
With a sex life improvised.