Our Times As Lovers and Friends

When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
The way we do what the hell we like.
How we explore by day and make love by night.
When I feel alone and despair,
I close my eyes and I’m there.
Walking and talking on new city streets,
Cumming together through new sexual feats.
When I want that’s what I do,
I lie back to recall me and you.
Remembering our times in passionate climes.
Memories that I’ll cherish til the that day I die.
When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
Times that I can’t wait to happen again,
Times that we make as lovers and best friends.

I fucking own you

You are mine.

I fucking own you.

I’m yours.

You own me too.

Our love, our lust,

Our sexual rage.

Could write a tome,

Page after filthy page.

Sordid acts,

Debauchery.

Nothing not tried,

By you and by me.

Physical,

Psychological bliss.

Puckered up ready,

For Daddy’s belt’s kiss.

Tied tight,

Blindfold, black as night.

Anticipation, exhilaration,

Lust done just right.

I fucking own you,

You, you’re my one desire.

You own me,

You hold my burning inner fire.