I missed You, always do. Puckered up and ready, I wished You into my space, and a hammer, You hit with a playful ass-tap, just enough to snap some illumination back, then BAM! Right between my legs sore…With the week’s end, You’re gone, and I can’t feel you anymore.
(I pout until your next shout-out;)
I’m in Love with Ren too, bet ya didn’t know that, did You;)
Within a hazy maze of mad craze, I follow YOU as you penitrate in and out of parts of my brain, remembering this…fantasizing that…allthewhile, I cook and clean and organize incessantly, trying to escape THINKING 🤔
Oh Love, one thing I know, I can’t do it alone…SO LET’S GET PHYSICAL!!!
Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
GIVE UP!
I find it
HARD waiting…
In my face,
(like a bullet)
You come
fucking around
my brainÂ
diddling
with your face
to eat the space
between
You and me.
Missed you are,
I have to say.
Mourning mist with
my eyes closed
wet by my cry…
Now, You I find:
Droplets glisten
on lustrous skin
newly cleaned
Just for me!
I drink a lick
from your neck
teeth massage
as you slide in
slow pushes, long
with kisses, caresses
spinning me round
atop Your cock
a bounce to hop
You in and out,
up and down,
Your hand guiding
my ass rock,
I arch You deeply
fitting you keylocked
COMPLETELY
an eruption we build
fucking each other
HARD, HARD filled
PUSH, OH!
PUMP, OH!!
YES! OH, OH, OH!!!
How I want to hear
You cumming inside,
moaning in my ear!
I must confide.
(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening. I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening,)
A thought late at night keeps me awake, so here I came to upload my shame:
You are my favorite fantasy,
And, my worst nightmare.
You’re a flame I love to fuck with,
But, I feel the burn of you.
I can never look. I can never touch.
Some nights the yearn slow crawls
Between my legs, through my core hole,
Stirring tickles into the story of my soul.
Left alone, I wonder if you’re full
Or like me separate from fulfilled…
Slather me in anti-aging lotion
next
Use your strong, thick finger tips
and
Make my skin suck it in beneath
then,
My muscles aching melt with you
for
You made slick this ol’ hippychick.
Oven HOT,
baking again,
handmade icing
SLOW dripping
down my fingers,
my tongue licking
palm to tip
to clean the drips,
in my mouth
the WHOLE digit
I sticks,
sucking the sweetness
with a tongue-
scrubbing wipe
to end with a silent
swallow-swish,
and while savoring
the flavor, a moan
vibrates my lips,
eyes roll CLOSED,
OH…OH…OH…
You pop in,
turning on my tongue
till you POP OFF!
My eyes again OPEN…
Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.
“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.
Too LONG
I’ve been waiting…
I remember
HOT thinking
tingles bursting
Me staring
at a quick dick pic
(when sexting
was safe, back
when pleasure
achieved deep
would begin:
Your words
Eating me
out then in
Again and Again)
Too long ago
I felt you slide
dick dive long
down my throat
sucking you
in and out
to grab your ass
as you fill me FULL
Too long
I’ve known…
If it were to happen,
I’d never let go.
rolled thick
PERFECT
between
my lips
You sit
quiet
waiting
to be lit
then,
Sucked
in HOT
my window
steamy
mouth dries
creamy…
swollen sweet…
dreamy.
Oh, how
I miss
Your taste
on my tongue!
OH, how
I long.
(To You: Do you recall the time I picked you up in Downtown Chicago? Under a bridge, parked on the side of the road, you in my…well, to be blunt, you made me fly high in that memory;)
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