Saturday Mornings

Saturday mornings are for sleepy sex.

Waking up snuggled together in bed.

Drowsely feeling each other’s heat.

No desire to venture from beneath our sheets.

Fingers stroking soft moist spots.

Hand wrapped around awakening cock.

Spooned in behind close as can be.

Guiding inside to take today’s virginity.

Slowly discarding slumber’s haze.

Waking our bodies and souls this way.

The best feeling we’ll ever know.

Taking our time, we’ve nowhere else to go.

Love surrounding us snug in our bed.

Whispering words that only we can share.

As feelings of lust rush to overwhelm.

Seed pours forth from enveloped helm.

Filling you with a hot slick flow.

Drawing an Orgasm long and slow.

Saturday mornings are for sleepy sex.

Waking up snuggled together in bed.

To share each other in the most intimate way.

Oh how I long for our next Saturday.



Away from prying eyes

In a place isolated,

We’ll go to play.

We’ll take ropes,

And food for days.

Water to sustain,

Our time in the wilds.

Cos we’ll be far out,

Gone for miles.

There we can be,

All we need you see.

There we can scream,

And be you and me.

No one will hear,

Our pleas for more.

None will disturb,

Our perverted chores.

I want to get wild,

And run with you.

I want to fuck,

Like the beasts do.

I want a fight,

To take you down.

I want to win,

The cunt I’ll pound.

I’ll tie you,

Over a fallen tree.

I’ll pull out my belt,

Through loops of jeans.

And there away,

From prying eyes.

I’ll go to town,

On soft arse and thighs.

You’ll glow red,

Like embers burn.

You’ll feel the heat,

Of lessons learnt.

But as I release you,

You’ll hold me tight.

For I’ll protect you,

From the dark in the night.

I’ll bathe you in love,

I’ll wipe fear from your eyes ,

And there in peace,

We’ll watch the sun rise.