Missing You

Missing you,

Doesn’t come any where near.

The feelings I feel,

The deep seated fear.

Viruses and violence,

Conspire to keep us apart.

Illness and unrest,

Slowly breaking our hearts.

Missing you,

Will never ever convey.

The pain that the world inflicts,

As it keeps us at bay.

Captive In Lust

I wish to crawl into your heart,

I know the way, where to start.

It’s by opening you up, between your thighs,

To stretch you taut as I slip inside.

I want it to hurt as you receive my gift,

That sink to the depths as I slowly lift.

A tear shed, encouragement to my art,

A moan heard, not anticipating a stop after I start.

I wish to infect you with an incurable disease.

A craving for more that I give, a deeper need.

Agony felt up on my withdrawal,

Cries for more as I tease to a stall.

I know how to make you a captive in lust.

By taking you apart leaving nothing but trust.

Violence In Sex

There’s a violence in sex,

That’s hard to explain.

A hand squeezing your throat,

Yet it arouses not pains.

You like being thrown down,

And used fucking hard.

Sometimes that isn’t acceptable,

In the wider world it’s barred.

I’d happily ask you,

To whip my bare arse.

But if it was true punishment?

I’d never want that vote passed.

So, we live in a world,

Where passions contradict.

I’m so glad they do,

For sex should be varied, never ever fixed.

Fulfilled by Lust, by Love, and by You

My cock is hard,

My balls laden heavy.

You should be on your knees,

You should be ready.

For you’re mine to use,

My cock hungry whore.

The slut that I own,

That I love and adore.

I have such a need,

One that I must sate forthwith.

The urge to cum,

The need to give.

So get onto your knees,

Whilst I consider and choose.

Which holes I’ll fill,

Which holes I’ll use.

You’ll be happy to know,

That I’ve chosen all three.

And it could take hours,

To satisfy my needs.

My cock’s so hard,

As it fills your face.

Fucks your mouth,

Gagging disgrace.

Choking, wretching,

Sucking with greed.

Swallowing with gluttony,

My ejaculate seed.

My cock’s still hard,

Now I want your cunt.

As my fingers feel,

You’re wet with want.

I push cock in deep,

You let forth a gasp.

As I start to fuck,

I slip thumb into arse.

You shudder and cum,

As my phallus slams in.

Face flushed and red,

Split by a satisfied grin.

But now that dies,

As thumb’s substitute is cock.

Still so hard,

Bulging like rock.

It pierces your tight anus,

I see pain in pleading eyes.

They call for compassion,

Which I could choose to deny.

But I don’t, I’m gentle,

My mission’s not pain.

My mission is self pleasure,

And to give it the same.

So easily I glide,

Guided by your lead.

Easing to a pace,

That gives both our needs.

Gentle sodomy,

Loving mortal sin.

Leads to a crescendo,

As you cum, I give in,

Both reaching heaven,

With a ticket for hell’s gate,

Both fall fulfilled,

Lust fed, now abates.

And love moves in,

To cossett, to take hold.

To envelop our embrace,

Into warmth we now fold.

My cock was hard,

It was fit to burst through.

Now it lies satisfied,

Fulfilled by lust, by love, and by you.