Bound to Deny

Bend over my sweet,
Showcase your arse.
Pull panties aside,
See the spell that you cast.
For you know,
Certain for sure.
That I’m captivated,
Desperate for more.
Riveted to the view,
As you tease me hard.
Wanting to reach,
To grope, to grasp.
Moist slim lips,
Glisten to invite.
The taboo little star,
Dark yet so bright.
Bent over before me,
Frustratingly out of touch.
I’m bound to deny,
What I want oh so much.

Summer’s Gone

Summer’s gone, Autumn’s here.

The leaves will turn and fall til next year.

The winter will follow bringing its cold.

We will feel it more, as we grow old.

But spring will come to warm our heart.

Summer once again, where the cycle starts.

This year a blur, so much, yet nothing done.

So slow, yet so fast, this orbit of our sun.

Summer’s gone, Autumn’s here.

Losing precious time, our biggest fear.

I Miss

I miss my palms, resting on your thighs.

I miss your glistening pussy, before my eyes.

I miss your fragrance, your sublime feminine scent.

I miss pleasuring you, my fetish, my bent.

I miss your taste, as your flavours flow.

I miss that twist, as you writhe and grow.

I miss you cumming, upon my eager mouth.

I miss giving you that thrill, as it’s mine, no doubt.