The magic of reflected love
Do you remember?
My hard shaft in your grasp.
Lubed, as you were too,
As you guided me into your arse.
Do you remember?
You let out a cry of sweet pain.
You asked me please be gentle,
Asked that the beast remain chained.
Do you remember?
As pleasure rose to the fore.
So tight as you opened up to lust,
Now we want it more and more.
Do you remember?
The trust that it took to do.
The mutual respect offered up,
From both me and from you.
When you cum your cheeks glow, the smile upon your beautiful face lights the darkest of souls.
I see the happiness, I see the pride, I see the effect the two words I whisper have.
“Good girl.”
Those words you love to hear, those words I love to whisper.
Especially as I push my cock into your plump glistening lips, reassuring you as you struggle with my head in your throat.
“Good girl.”
Those words you need as I fuck your pretty face, as I grasp your skull and use you.
“Good girl.”
As I blurt in an orgasmic grunt releasing my seed into you mouth, giving you a belly full of what you always tell me you need.
“Good girl.”
I sigh as I lie back and let you do as you wish with your eager tongue and hands as they squeeze out every last drop of what I give.
“Good girl.”
The words I kiss onto the top of your head into your silky smooth blonde hair once you snuggle up onto my pillow like chest.
“Good girl.”
Because you are the very best good girl I have ever known, the very best good girl I will ever know, the good girl I will cherish til death and beyond.
My, “Good girl.”
When I feel the sun on my skin,
See Azure endless skies.
I remember us together,
I remember our times.
Walking among the redwoods,
Gazing up at cliffs so steep.
Nights making love as one,
Making promises to keep.
When clouds envelop my world,
When rains wet my path.
I remember holding your hand,
I remember how we laughed.
Walking up damp hillsides,
Photographing memories that endure.
Sealing our love for eternity,
Behind our fortress walls.
Another Sunday morning,
Bed empty beside.
But I can see you there,
If I close my eyes.
I can feel you,
Not in hand but in heart.
I can hear you,
If listen real hard.
Another Sunday morning,
Led here at home.
But if I quieten my mind,
You’re here, I’m not alone.