Cumming So Strong

Open up,

Let me in,

Let me give,

That ultimate sin.

Feel the lust,

Slide inch by inch,

Feel it stretch,

You lucky bitch.

For my cock,

That fills your arse,

Is what you dreamt,

In nights that passed.

But now it’s real,

Fantasy is gone,

That pleasure, that pain,

Has you cumming so strong.

 

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.