Temptation etched into your skin,
The path we strayed for our piece of sin.
Hour after hour of wanton lust,
Not because we choose, but because we must.
You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.
Me your fantasy, your very own whore.
Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.
Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.
And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,
That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.
Life can be measured in inches,
Each inch forced into you.
Each inch slipping out again,
Each inch with which I screw.
Life can be measured in moments,
The moments we create in lust.
The moments that you lose to me,
The moments and hours we fuck.
Life can be measured with blood,
The blood that feeds our hearts,
The blood that engorges my rampant cock,
The blood in the muscles forcing your legs apart.
Life can be measured in so many ways,
So many ways that we get and give what we want,
So many ways to get each other off.
So many ways to drive pleasure’s hunt.
You came on my fingers,
You came on my tongue.
You came as I fucked you,
As I filled you with cum.
You cum when I want,
You will cum again.
And you’ll make me cum,
I want to be drained.
We will cum together,
We will cum as one.
We’ll cum as lovers should,
We’ll cum having fun.
Well hell, sex isn’t everything!
There’s bacon too…
There’s cider on a summer’s day,
There’s snuggling in winter’s gloom.
I’m sure sex isn’t everything.
There is definitely more!
There’s walking holding hands.
Yeah, that is cool for sure.
Sex isn’t everything.
Who am I kidding! It’s up there at the top.
I want to fuck you senseless all day long.
I want you giving all you’ve got.