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.

Restart

Purge me, beat me,

Rip out my sin.

Drag it forth through tears,

Pouring from within.

Tie me, bind me,

Batter out my confession.

Offer absolution,

For every indiscretion.

Hurt me, sting me,

Replace the emptiness inside.

Give me reason,

For this purposeless life.

Fill me, fuck me,

Lift up my black heart.

Rebuild me in your image,

Through pain hit restart.

My tongue explored

My tongue explored your body whole.

From lips so soft down to your toes.

Your taste I really have to admit.

Hardened my phallus, made it drip.

The arousal I found whilst licking your skin.

On its own could be considered a sin.

But that was nothing for what I did next.

Could be written down into an archaic text.

Separating your slender thighs.

I couldn’t believe what was before my eyes.

Glistening moist my dream come true.

Seeping the juices I’d lick from you.

And that’s exactly what I did next.

I licked and sucked I did my best.

You came not once or twice but thrice.

You came upon my tongue that night.

I saw the look after in your eyes.

I saw that I’d made you truly mine.

And there on that bed I held, caught breath.

And you my beauty know what happened next.

Thankyou for the best days and nights of my life my beauty ❤

The Exact Moment

I am an amputee since you left

Half of a whole

And everyday is a struggle

I need you like I need air

I need you like I need water

I’ve never had such a strong sexual attraction to anyone before. Ever. If I just think of you, my heart races, my blood boils, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s as if you have stolen all the oxygen right from my lungs. Along with my breath you have taken my self control. I no longer possess it. You do. I have become an object. Your sex object. Just as you have become mine. My body, my mind, my heart, my soul…every cell in my body has become 100% pure sex. My desire…has manifested into my life’s mission: To mate with you. To make you happy. To devour you. To eat from you. To share my body with you. To share my life with you. The sexual energy between us is palpable. I can feel it. I stroke it. I play with it. Most of the time…I am not aware what is even happening to me. On the one hand I feel euphoria…on the other a despair so great it feels like I am dying a thousand deaths. It is merely lust? Merely love? Merely passion? Why do I find it impossible to clearly put to words the ways in which you make me feel? Is it enough to say…I feel connected to you in a way…that most people will never feel for another human being as long as they live? If I tell you…I am crying as I type this….that my vital organs feel squeezed inside of my skin, trapped behind my bones…because they are being prevented from doing what they want to do: they want to be smushed up next to you. Our bodies are a perfect fit. Literally. Figuratively. It seems so trite to say we are puzzle pieces…and yet…that is exactly what we are. When we are together, everything feels right. When we are apart…it hurts. You are my man, I am your woman. Yet, we belong to others. The pain of our situation, for all involved…is the worst tragedy I can imagine. Sometimes I feel like we are playing out one of the saddest greek tragedies ever known to mankind. Do you believe me? When I tell you…I ache? From the moment I met you…the momentthe exact moment…and I remember it so well…I fell in love with you. I recognized you. I knew you. I knew who you were. I saw…myself.