Set Free

I lie you back onto our bed, 

I slide myself between your legs. 

I softly kiss your ankle bone, 

And mouth my way up as you gently moan. 

Your soft warm thighs warm my heart, 

A breath of your arousal, the beating starts. 

Blood coursing through my veins, 

Flushed cheeks glanced,  yours the same. 

My tongue teases with the gentlist touch,

My tongue pleases, your growl says as much.

In heaven you hold onto my head, 

Not wanting an end, that you dread.

You cry out in pleasure, cry out in need, 

As I give you the orgasm, my mouth sets you free.

Unchained

I soil my shorts,

Precum mess for you.

Can’t wait to get home,

I’ll tell what I’ll do.

I’ll look at your pictures,

Last night’s latex in black.

I’ll pull out my cock,

Pull the foreskin back.

My glands glisten,

Fluid lubricant leaked.

My phallus throbbing,

As now I beat.

Whispering thoughts,

MY little pervert whore.

Fucking with her dildo,

Filling cunt and more.

Then it happens,

As I vigorously wank.

I fire cum over my torso,

It’s you who I thank.

For our lust is shared,

You and I.

A perverted pair,

We could never deny.

So, now we share,

Our masturbatory play.

Until we next meet,

And let loose, unchained.

Give me what I need

Give me what I need,

And I’ll guarantee I’ll meet your expectations. 

Give me your mouth, and more,

And you’ll feel those hip girations.

Take me to the depths you love,

And I promise I’ll sink that low,

From where we’ll rise together as one,

To heights that no one has ever known.

Give me what I need,

And I guarantee I’ll meet your demands.

Giving all to you my beauty of beauties,

With mouth, phallus, and hands.

We Ache

I ache for you, my heart is in pain.

My cock throbs, needs you to drain.

The weeks roll, grow too long,

The time our enemy, time’s so strong.

The creator of our torrid anguish,

Laughing as we wait, forced to languish.

You ache for me, your heart in pain.

As me, you need, you feel the same.

Your cunt desires, wants me inside.

You need to fuck, we need to ride.

The calender pages burn, as ash they disappear.

Til that day, together, the day that I reappear.