My Daddy, my toy

I see…oblivion

Inside this secret world we are living in

Settled on for my ride

Pumped full of astro…glide

My daddy, my toy

Oh…the methods you and I deploy!

Yes, we can make head…

And we can also make tail…

With two shakes and a bam!

And you’re sliding in, soft like a lamb

Our new meaning for a tailspin

Is a replacement for my beloved gin…

Combining ourselves, an anagram

Is it a fever or not?

It’s breaking to never-sever…

Our love will last forever

The Perfect Canvas

Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.

Morning

I rise every morning,

Hard, with blurry eyes.

I reach for you my angel,

Only to sadly find.

Your not the one I’m holding,

A pillow is in my arms.

You are not here beside me,

So with a sigh I breathe to calm.

But as the disappointment ebbs,

One positive remains,

I still have my hard on,

And to waste it would be such a shame.

 

My Muff, My Magic Dragon

Reaching down in between my legs

I’m the moth, and the flame

To be both is what I desire…

My life tasteless like tofu

Its rubbery sense of possibility

Tongued, then swallowed

But your poems are like kisses to my wrist

And I’m gonna straddle and ride in my room

Like a horny bride on top of her groom

My body is a raging hard-on

Seeping, leaking

About to blow

My muff, she holds the magic dragon

For which I endlessly chase

Her sex constantly craving

Thank you for feeding me Beast, for letting me be a moth and a flame to you. I love you.

Candle lit glow

Glistening in the warm candle light,

Twitching, pulsing, throbbing with need.

Needing your mouth to solve my plight.

Needing you to release the pent up seed.

I want to feel your tongue along it’s length.

Your lips sealing around my shaft.

I want you to draw out what’s making me tense.

And with a mouthful swallow and laugh.

In this flickering amber glow,

I want you to straddled, to ride.

Grinding down to self satisfy.

Pleasure you won’t be denied.

I want you to fuck me, to take control.

I want you to take your fill and more.

I want you to gush, as you cum on top.

To treat yourself til you’re sure.

That here and now in this dim candle light.

You’re satisfied, your pleasure owned.

And like me you bask in sheer bliss.

And savour our candle lit glow.

 

Cunnilingus and Fellatio

Cunnilingus and fellatio.

Such wonderfully erotic words.

Rolling off the tongue so easily.

To imagine them wrong is absurd.

So tell me why some find them offensive?

How could it ever be?

For they sound like names of deities.

Not sexual acts between you and me.

So, say them softly and slowly.

Pay them the regard they deserve.

And imagine what it feels like.

As you linger upon each beautiful word.