Our Times As Lovers and Friends

When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
The way we do what the hell we like.
How we explore by day and make love by night.
When I feel alone and despair,
I close my eyes and I’m there.
Walking and talking on new city streets,
Cumming together through new sexual feats.
When I want that’s what I do,
I lie back to recall me and you.
Remembering our times in passionate climes.
Memories that I’ll cherish til the that day I die.
When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
Times that I can’t wait to happen again,
Times that we make as lovers and best friends.

…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

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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.