Within Your Gushy Heart

Cosmetic flaws that get in the way

A woman’s worth, strangled desire

I have a sexual life, and I want to live

So much love, so much to give

Is it my mind? My spire?

And all those things that you say?

I want to blend with you

All immodesty and immersive

I know how you feel

Your pink skin, so soft

I know how you feel

Within your gushy heart

I know how you feel

When your body looks at mine

Oh…the games we play

Igniting us both like fire

Passionate, collaborative

I revel in you my beautiful man❤️

You are simply magnificent ❤️

Tempo of Lust

Wrap your roused flesh, wrap it around mine.

Move at an erotic tempo, lustfully kept in time.

Infidelity in a synchronous fashion.

Beat out every ounce of pent up passion.

Til crescendo cums, a chorus screamed aloud.

Duet in sinful secrecy, yet scored loud and proud.

Ooze our lust o’er sex ridden sheets.

And hum to the tune that we still discreetly  keep.

Poking Through

I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in dew.

I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

And as you smile in perfect bliss,

I break away from lingering kiss.

To take my place between your thighs,

To gently slip wet knickers aside.

There she glistens, there she waits.

For my loving tongue and lips to sate.

The perfect lil pussy fragrant and warm,

The perfect partner for my hardening horn.

So now I feed, with ravenous greed,

A pig in feast, a boar in need.

Til you cum cunvulsing with shaking legs.

Opened wide on the corner of the bed.

But I’m not done I’ve an erection to use.

And before me glowing a girl so enthused.

So sliding in I feel your heat,

I feel the feelings we both find so sweet.

Fucking in full flight over and over the same.

Shuddering I cum and you cum again.

The perfect pair now lay gazing above,

Holding hands talking of love.

That is until the spark ignites again,

Deja vu you might think or say,

Cos I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in cum’s dew.

And I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

I need to fuck you again and again,

And luckily you need it just the same.

Dirtier and Blacker

It’s gonna be a dirty black summer
With dripping sweat, dripping need
The super-moist kind you can’t just wipe clean
Long months, not just lazy days of bummer
Watching your mushroom bloom, then seed
In front of love, my most favorite scene
Do we really only have 10 left?
If so, how will we spend them?
Choking on the atmospheric cloud…
I’ll be daydreaming about your secret cleft
Itching up the beguiling hem
Only in my thoughts, never aloud
And I’m bareback on my magical unicorn
Rubbing, sliding, and galloping
Ooh…these sweet secret flings
Mmmm…you put the E in horn
Rejoicing and singing
Hell yea I want those dirty black things