The magic of reflected love
You led naked, open, a little afraid.
I stood nude, rampant, ready to take.
You took me, whole, thrust deep inside.
I fucked you, hard, nothing left to hide.
You gave all, taking, ravaged when done.
I took all, giving, filled full as you and I both cum.
There’s a violence in sex,
That’s hard to explain.
A hand squeezing your throat,
Yet it arouses not pains.
You like being thrown down,
And used fucking hard.
Sometimes that isn’t acceptable,
In the wider world it’s barred.
I’d happily ask you,
To whip my bare arse.
But if it was true punishment?
I’d never want that vote passed.
So, we live in a world,
Where passions contradict.
I’m so glad they do,
For sex should be varied, never ever fixed.
Savage lust,
Animalistic intent.
Your beast is roused,
Won’t fall til he’s spent.
His eyes see,
What his cock needs.
His nose scents,
What he craves for feed.
The mood is set,
The chords are struck.
Tonight you’ll take,
My feral fuck.
No play or prep,
As my takedown ensues.
Bent over, impregnated,
Primordially abused.
Fucked fast, fucked hard,
You howl with delight,
As your filled with cum,
Your pillow you bite.
And then the hit,
You let out your scream.
Crying as you cum,
Stunned by the release.
Falling exhausted,
Lust out of captivity.
Savouring the moon’s mood,
Tamed, yet set free.
Lord have mercy on my soul,
For given the chance I’d consume her whole.
I’d watch her dance, make her moves,
Then my turn would come to make my move.
I’d force her down, I’d open her up,
I’d take what’s mine, I’d eat then fuck.
Lord have mercy on my soul,
For my thoughts and deeds dig my hole.
The grave in which I’ll eternally sit,
For my thoughts for her are pure sacrilege.