The magic of reflected love
Wrap your legs around me,
Smother me in musk.
Keep me there in your lap,
Til our ashes turn to dust.
Never let me go,
My place is between your thighs.
Never ever say no,
This craving you can’t deny.
Climb, straddle my head,
Grind wet into my face.
For there intoxicated,
I’ll feel your angelic grace.
Together we’ll find our heaven,
Yours as you cum, me just being there.
Together we’ll find euphoria,
A happy place in a world of despair.
I wish to crawl into your heart,
I know the way, where to start.
It’s by opening you up, between your thighs,
To stretch you taut as I slip inside.
I want it to hurt as you receive my gift,
That sink to the depths as I slowly lift.
A tear shed, encouragement to my art,
A moan heard, not anticipating a stop after I start.
I wish to infect you with an incurable disease.
A craving for more that I give, a deeper need.
Agony felt up on my withdrawal,
Cries for more as I tease to a stall.
I know how to make you a captive in lust.
By taking you apart leaving nothing but trust.
Can you feel me?
The warm rigidity of my length sliding into your wet pool of arousal.
Can you feel me?
The stretch as your labia, sorely underused opens to accommodate.
Can you feel me?
The tight grip my hands have as they pin you down by your wrists.
Can you feel me?
The sharp shock that dulls to an ache as my teeth bite into your slender neck.
Can you feel me?
The loss, the total loss of control that I’ve wrestled from you as I dominate.
Can you feel me?
The eruption, the seismic surge that explodes out from your core as you cum under me.
Can you feel me?
All this, all that we’ve done, every second burned into your memory as it’s burned into mine.
Can you feel me?
You know where it’s going,
When I lick my finger and look at you.
You know where it’s going,
When I beckon you over to do what I want do.
You know where it’s going,
When I turn you around.
You know where it’s going,
When I pull your panties down.
You know where it’s going,
When I bend you and see the site.
You know where it’s going,
When that finger slips inside.