Words And Pictures

Words and pictures can never convey,
The love I hold in my heart this day.
Images hold no candles to memories stored.
A touch, a kiss, so much much more.
This poem itself can barely shed a glimpse of the light,
That pours from heart, to you, shining bright.
And there’ll never be words or pictures that truly convey,
The love I hold in my heart for you this day.

Looking Again

I’ve been looking at you again, my horny girl.

Looking at the things you do, the things that rock my world.

Pictures in stockings, and nothing more.

Pictures you took naked, led outdoors.

Pictures over which I wank and cum.

Imagining I’m spurting over that bum.

I’ve been looking at you again, my horny girl.

Looking at the things you do, the things that rock my world.

Videos of you vibing on your closet floor.

Videos of you fucking a dildo stuck to a glass door.

Videos of you actually sucking on my cock.

You know I wank over these too, quite alot.

I’ve been looking at you again, my horny girl.

And I’ll keep looking, cos you rock my world.

I’m a Pervert

As I slipped out of my clothes,

I was looking at you.

As my cock stiffened,

I knew what I’d do.

I pulled out my nets,

I slid them on.

Considered the merits,

Of a lacy thong.

But didn’t wear it,

As you saw.

I wanted my cock free,

To show you all.

So masturbator filled with lube,

Slid onto my bulging head.

And then I stroked steady at first,

Before finally losing the thread.

With a grunt I came into said toy,

The white cream showing through opaque.

And then I milked as I filmed,

Hoping you’d like the X rate.

I’m a pervert my love, a slave to lust,

But that you already knew.

I’m a pervert my love, I can’t help myself,

When I send my fun times to you.