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.

Alive Under Your Skin

My eyes on the cracked wall
A chart across the world
And I must really focus
From head to toe
That’s all I need to know
You left a trail of lust behind
Clouding my days
Vapors that try and bring consciousness
But I prefer my daze
Living in this haze
And so I skip and jump
I admit I need a bump
It feels like…
There’s a stone in my shoe
Every step is a miss
Landing on only one foot
And I want you
I want you so bad
But my oh my…
Your meaty-OR
Flashing across my sky
Dropping those starry bits
Those milky signals
And I know we are for certain
Because…
Underneath your curtain
Is where I’ve crawled
I’m alive under your skin
Warm and free from my sin

Enter my emporium

Enter my emporium, my gallery of desires.

View what you’d like, try them for size.

Feel my creations, so tight against your skin.

Let the material cosset you, envelop you in sin.

Leather, latex, rubber, and lace.

Adornments drawn up in Hades’ no other place.

Free of inhibition, garments sewn as flame is hot.

Enter my emporium sweet beauty, come feel what I’ve got.

Seven Sins

Lust, yeah, that’s my sin,

Looking at you beauty, with that filthy grin.

Gluttony, yeah, that’s another,

Wanting to feast, this greedy mother fucker.

Pride, yeah, something I’ve got,

Proud of what’s yours, my beauty’s throbbing cock.

Envy, woah, that one’s yours,

All so jealous that I fuck Beauty sore.

Wrath, nah, I ain’t got time to hate,

I’ll leave that to the trolls, that’s their fate.

Sloth, hmmm, maybe that’s true,

Well we’ve all gotta rest once fucking’s through.

Seven sins, some ours, some yours,

But will they really bar heaven’s course?

Horny?

I’m horny for you Beauty,

I’d like to watch you cum.

I’d like to stroke up on my cock,

And climax, two as one.

Of course I’m horny Beauty,

I want to see your flesh.

I want to observe you filling holes,

That’s what I like watching best.

Are you horny Beauty?

Does the thought conveyed herein?

Leave your pussy pleasantly moist, 

Ready to commence said sins.

Philosophy of sin

Are we sinners living with sin?

Are we damned to how we give in?

Are we enlightened? Happy to say. 

I’ll not be unhappy, not every day.

Is it bad my winsome girl?

To dress up and play in our role play world. 

Or is it adorable, loving and right. 

That we snatch what we love for just a few nights. 

I’ll ask you this, sin? Philosophise please.

But I’ll not classify sin, to that which brings peace.