Our Home, Sweet Home.

This hotel room, our home, sweet home.
This place to which we willingly roam.
This place that holds both our hearts.
Here together, never ever apart.

This most temporary of safe havens.
Giving a place for our wanton cravings.
The venue for our loving lust.
Here because we simply must.

This hotel room, our home, sweet home.
This place that hears our cries, our moans.
This place that witnesses our carnal sin.
Here as one, with all that that brings.

This temporary den of pure eniquity.
A place for only you, and only me.
The only home that we love to come.
Our place, our time, our palace of fun.

Sweet Defeat

I taste your essence,
As my tongue slips in.
I taste your soul,
I taste its sin.
I lap it up greedily,
For it feeds my black soul.
If it were possible,
I’d eat you whole.
I taste wanton lust,
As you spill it and cum.
I taste satisfaction,
It tells me I’ve won.
I lick up every drop,
For this victory’s sweet.
The prize I now possess?
Your orgasm taken in sweet defeat.