Edge of the Bed

Edge of the bed,

My cock in your throat.

Legs widely spread,

Vibrations, you’re afloat.

Riding the dream,

A dream that’s so real.

Gagging on cream,

What you want to feel.

Milk every last drop,

Moaning as you cum.

The vibrator stops,

We’ve both had our fun.

 

Neither Our Demand

I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.

I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.

I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.

That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.

I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.

I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.

I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.

For neither are the real thing which we demand.

 

Savage Lust

Savage lust,

Animalistic intent.

Your beast is roused,

Won’t fall til he’s spent.

His eyes see,

What his cock needs.

His nose scents,

What he craves for feed.

The mood is set,

The chords are struck.

Tonight you’ll take,

My feral fuck.

No play or prep,

As my takedown ensues.

Bent over, impregnated,

Primordially abused.

Fucked fast, fucked hard,

You howl with delight,

As your filled with cum,

Your pillow you bite.

And then the hit,

You let out your scream.

Crying as you cum,

Stunned by the release.

Falling exhausted,

Lust out of captivity.

Savouring the moon’s mood,

Tamed, yet set free.

 

 

 

 

Put Simply

Put simply, your pussy is perfect.

Put simply, it’s all I want.

Put simply, nothing satisfies.

Like a few hours of eating your cunt.

Put simply, I lust the flavour.

Put simply, le parfum que j’adore.

Put simply, the vision of you spread wide.

Pumps the blood from my gluttonous core.

Put simply, I’m going rather mad.

Put simply, my hunger I need to feed!

Put simply, I want a taste of your lil quim.

To which I’m addicted with an ardent need.