MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2

 

My thoughts are sinful

The sordid and lustful kind

I what to rip your clothes off

And roger you from behind

BRONCO FILLY

 

You would have said

She was attractive

Glamorous even, certainly alluring

Which aroused my physical desire

And in my lustful state

I could have creamed my jeans

Just looking at her

But I didn’t need to

There was a libidinous look in her eyes

And they were looking at me

So we began with a simple kiss

Which became more fervent

Her ardency led to torrid embrace

And her caress touched

Every erogenous point of sensitivity

Until she was sexually receptive

Like a beast in Oestrus

And she mounted me

Riding me like a bronco

Until I was tamed

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Of you down on your knees

Attending to me orally

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Was you wearing silk and lace

As you sit writhing on my face

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Was to undress you in the office

And penetrate each orifice

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasies

About sex with you all the while

Would you look at me and smile?

YOUNG LOVERS # 1

Your breasts small and pert,

Nipples deep pink and alert

Loins young and tender

Supple flesh in youthful splendour

 

My athletic muscular form

And endless stamina to perform

My jack in the box like phallus

What has now become of us? 

CONCUPISCENCE # 1

 

I have a bar maid fantasy

I would like to serve her

Instead of her serving me

But the service I would perform

If I get my wish

Is to kiss her clitoris

Then with eager tongue

Bring her to climax

And taste the nectar

That sour musk

Of lusts honey

And drink of her

Like a fresh pulled pint

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1

 

My thoughts are sinful

As when I look at your perfection

Your body a temple of purity

I think only of its desecration

PANDORA

 

Pandora was a bit of a trollop

You’d often find her round the docks

Though she would disagree

And thought herself a bit of a fox

But what made her more doxy than foxy

Was the odour from Pandora’s box