…That Night

I wish that night could have lasted forever
It was a pandemic across my body
Little death after little death

You and I in the shadows of that room
The freedom we felt, the lust we could smell
Our tongues were in a delirium

There was no ambiguity
Only pure sugar-sweet pleasure
And I had never been so high, so happy

We were each others confessor that night
My mouth and your cock
Your mouth and my pussy


Cunnilingual Art

I love licking your pussy,

Each tender crease and fold.

I remember it’s succulence,

Erotic recollections I’ll always hold.

My cock is currently hard,

Bulging as I record this prose.

For nothing raises my blood more,

Than the imprint of your vaginal rose.

I’ll never hide my fetish,

An addict of the cunnilingual art.

And I’ll never ever ever forget,

Times spent between your thighs apart.



Can You Feel Me?

Can you feel me?

The warm rigidity of my length sliding into your wet pool of arousal.

Can you feel me?

The stretch as your labia, sorely underused opens to accommodate.

Can you feel me?

The tight grip my hands have as they pin you down by your wrists.

Can you feel me?

The sharp shock that dulls to an ache as my teeth bite into your slender neck.

Can you feel me?

The loss, the total loss of control that I’ve wrestled from you as I dominate.

Can you feel me?

The eruption, the seismic surge that explodes out from your core as you cum under me.

Can you feel me?

All this, all that we’ve done, every second burned into your memory as it’s burned into mine.

Can you feel me?