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.

Your Anus My Captor

Bend yourself over,

Show me your arse.

Get my blood flowing,

Set your line, cast.

Draw me in,

Capture my lust.

Net what you need,

Take in that first thrust.

Slick as it slides,

Out and then in.

Your anus my captor,

Capturing my sins. 

Moaning pleasure,

Our cries of delight.

Cumming together,

Not trying to fight.

Releasing all,

Unbridled and free.

Your arse filled,

By me as you need.

If Lust Is Such A Sin

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it come ready built in?

Why are we born,

With a desperate need to follow the faun?

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it precede love at the beginning?

Why does arousal come first?

That desire, that unquenchable thirst.

If lust is such a sin,

We’re doomed to fall to the animal within.

For all it’s in our true nature, 

Lust is a part of what ever God made you.