The filth that flows through my mind.
Shocks even me from time to time.
The adventures in sex I wanted to have.
You’ve wanted too, for which I’m glad.
You’d been unfulfilled, as too had I.
Until our minds met, clashed online.
With an out pouring of thoughts, hopes, dreams.
We told each other, what we need.
And into reality it came vividly true.
When we travelled to do what we needed to do.
We put into action the filth in our minds.
It still shocks even me from time to time.
That the adventures in sex so good, so bad.
Are our shared dreams, that we just need to have.
I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,
A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.
You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,
Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.
But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,
I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.
I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.
I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.
A bit of deja vu…
If you only knew:
That you are the novel
I read nightly
But words aren’t words
Are lost to our lore
The letters of you
Your face, your mouth
Melt into warm flames
That first kiss
That first touch
A novel only we could write
The sentences invisible
Except to us
We hold them tight
And I read it all
Each and every night
Line by line
Until everything is fine
And sleep takes me away
Closer to you, by one day
I’ve been pondering what I want,
What we do next time we meet?
Whether I fuck you with all our toys,
Or consume you without accompaniment, neat.
I’ve been envisaging us together again,
In our place with our best friend lust.
Whether I tie you down to give and take,
Or leave you free to help and adjust.
I’ve been dreaming the dreams we’ve always made true,
Each one has been hotter than hot.
And I don’t care what the hell we do!
As long as we give all that we’ve got.