The magic of reflected love
If our lives aren’t real,
If it’s all just a silly game.
What sick fucking bastard,
Programmed the dying day.
Why would decay be fun?
How we rot whilst still alive.
How we see each other wither,
In front of our eyes.
If our lives are just an entity’s muse,
Only in data we exist.
I’m gonna go viral,
Cos we’re dying and I’m pissed!
We make sweet love when we fuck,
Passionate kisses as we rut.
My cock inside your luscious cunt.
Words of filth cause us no affront.
For you’re my slut, I’m your daddy,
People may frown but we use the words gladly.
For we love each other, we share a lust,
We want more, our ways are just.
I get hard when you ask to choke,
You get wet when I tell you I’ve stroked.
That’s who we are, a couple on fire,
Two of a kind joined by lewd desire.
I see you in the crowd as I clear immigration, I see you in amongst the throng of expectant families, friends, lovers and chauffeurs. You shine like the brightest star in the confusion of the nights busiest skies, you shine beautifully, drawing me in like nothing ever could. Like the the very first day, the first time I saw you, you stood head and shoulders above anyone or anything I have ever experienced, again you have me, this day like that I am captivated.
I walk through the barrier my eyes never leaving yours, my place retained in the orderly queue, yet my heart says drop my bags and push through, leap over, fly to you! But I walk, I wait, orderly, patiently, trying my hardest to contain the excitement that has built as I waited in immigration to be processed, as I answered the bored border guards questions about why I’m here.
Finally as I break the queue you leap forward and we grasp each other so so tightly. Barely able to breathe with the excitement our lips meet and the most passionate release imaginable pours forth. Tears break from our eyes, happiness in its purest of forms explodes from our hearts. Our tongues meld into one, our first kiss in months transports us to another plane, another dimension where only we exist, us, just us. People about us stare in shock, some smiling, some laughing, some horrified. But we’re not there, we don’t see it, we don’t hear it, we don’t care, we aren’t there, we are deep in the world where we want to be, we are together again, in each others hearts and arms in our forever plane.
32 days my Beauty, 32 days until we meet again on our forever plane.
Right now there’s only one thing that I want.
You bent over arse presented to me.
Oh what I could do with such a thing.
Oh the depravity!
Right now there are several things I could do.
With that arse presented to me.
But I’ll let you use your imagination.
Oh the depravity!