Bound to Deny

Bend over my sweet,
Showcase your arse.
Pull panties aside,
See the spell that you cast.
For you know,
Certain for sure.
That I’m captivated,
Desperate for more.
Riveted to the view,
As you tease me hard.
Wanting to reach,
To grope, to grasp.
Moist slim lips,
Glisten to invite.
The taboo little star,
Dark yet so bright.
Bent over before me,
Frustratingly out of touch.
I’m bound to deny,
What I want oh so much.

I Miss

I miss my palms, resting on your thighs.

I miss your glistening pussy, before my eyes.

I miss your fragrance, your sublime feminine scent.

I miss pleasuring you, my fetish, my bent.

I miss your taste, as your flavours flow.

I miss that twist, as you writhe and grow.

I miss you cumming, upon my eager mouth.

I miss giving you that thrill, as it’s mine, no doubt.

Distraction Extreme

My tongue gently parts your labial lips,

It pushes up slowly to seek out your clit.

Lapping along your moist fragrant slit,

Rousing my senses with an adrenalin hit.

My cock hard, it bulges skin taut,

My mouth on your cunt what’s always sought.

Oh my god! I could cum at just the thought.

Of orally unleashing that orgasmic onslaught.

Now where was I, before my mind slipped?

Oh yes, I was approaching your throbbing lil clit,

My tongue was just about to flash and flit,

I was going to lift you out of body skilfully with it.

But my cock’s so hard, no longer lank.

I’ll have to end here to nip off for a wank.

You have the thought of cunnilingus to thank,

For this premature end, as this prose draws a blank.

 

Nothing As Sweet

There’s nothing as sweet,

As sweet as you.

As between your thighs,

I lap nectarous dew.

My fingers pierce,

Bringing forth a gush.

Coating my face,

So erotically lush.

There’s nothing this sweet,

I promise you.

As you cum with a flood,

I’ve earnt my due.