When This Thing Is Done

When this thing is done,

I’m coming to you.

And we’re going to do,

All we dream to do.

When this thing is done,

I’m gonna jump on a plane.

I’m going to fly over to fuck!

And in no way refrain.

When this thing is done,

I’ll do you too.

I’m gonna do you hard,

You know it’s true.

When this thing is done,

We’ll alleviate.

We’ll put right all our wrongs,

And it’ll feel fucking great!

 

Missing

You miss my cock,

I miss your cunt.

We miss our nightly fuck,

We miss our time to rut.

You miss sucking my dick,

Slurping my cum.

I miss licking your slit,

No orgasm undone.

You miss me your Daddy,

I miss you my girl.

We miss the pleasure,

We each give in return.

 

I Miss

I miss you,

My sweet lil whore.

Between my thighs,

Knelt on the floor.

I miss your mouth,

Pleasuring me.

Sucking and licking,

Dragging cum from me.

I miss our times,

Daddy and Babygirl.

As we’re held apart,

By a ravaged world.

I miss our love,

With such passion felt.

Biding our time,

With this hand that we’re dealt.

If We Could Have

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
We’d have removed all the need,
We’d have held it at bay.

But we can’t cos I’m not there.
Some days just don’t feel fair.
Some days hurt, cos I miss you.
But I know you miss me too.

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
We’d have removed all the need,
We’d have held it at bay.

We’d have quelled our inner need.
Probably realised a few dreams. Probably fallen in love again.
We’d have taken sanity out of insane.

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
But we know we can’t.
And it’ll be okay.