Yours To Own

Temptation etched into your skin,

The path we strayed for our piece of sin.

Hour after hour of wanton lust,

Not because we choose, but because we must.

You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.

Me your fantasy, your very own whore.

Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.

Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.

And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,

That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.

Fallen Angel

I’ve seen a fallen angel,

I saw her on her knees.

She slowly undid my zipper,

Tugged down this mortal’s jeans.

I saw looking into her eyes,

Everything that I need.

I saw what was in her soul,

Lust, gluttony, greed.

I’ve seen a fallen angel.

I loved what I saw in that scene,

I saw reflected back in those eyes,

She wanted all that I need.

I Long

I long for what we do,

I long for your touch, for you!

I long for the kiss and what comes next.

I long for our unbridled freedom in sex.

I long to see where passion guides our souls,

I long for the feeling as lust takes us whole.

I long to lose myself, with you in sin,

I long for all the above listed herein.

I long for us, our forever to be.

I long for you, here with me.

Bad Influence

Am I a bad influence?

Am I evil in some way?

Have I misguided you my Babygirl?

Have I lead you astray?

Is what we do wrong?

Is God to punish us for sin?

Are our desires to be curtailed?

Should we give in?

Am I a bad influence?

Probably I’d say.

Am I going to cave to a perceived moral right?

Fuck no! No fucking way!

Wrong or right I love you,

Our hearts guide our path.

Right or wrong I adore you,

I don’t care if my influence is bad.