A Love That’s True

Your long sexy legs,

Your sweet peachy arse,

Your itty little tits,

You know I’ll never pass.

You are my living dream,

The girl I longed to love,

You give me everything,

All  I regarded as a must.

You’ve never let me down,

You’ve given me back my hope,

You are my sense, my reason,

You help me, help me cope.

It’s a miracle worthy of a saint,

The fact that I found you,

All the way across the globe,

I found a love that’s true.

 

 

Fingers

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.

I wish they could stroke your soft warm skin,

Slip inside your mouth, to wet for sin.

My fingers caress, gliding over,

Down your neck and over your shoulder.

Tracing down your arching spine,

To cup that arse, that’s oh so fine.

My fingers feel how you are,

They sense if you’re near, or if you’re far.

They gauge whether I’m right or wrong,

They decide if you cum, just how strong.

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.

 

 

 

A Living Hell

I’m horny,

Yeah, that’s nothing new.

I suppose,

You already knew?

I want,

Oh God how I want!

You,

Your shaved lil cunt.

I crave,

To lick it, to suck.

I ache,

To slip in, to fuck.

I’m horny,

Could you really tell?

This seperation,

A living fucking hell.