MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 3

 

My thoughts are sinful

Of your beauty lavishly garnished

In a state of partial undress

Your fingers manicured and varnished

Toying with my shaft

Your reputation forever tarnished

LUCKY GUY

 

I knew from the look in her eyes

That I was the lucky guy

Who in some form or guise

Would get between her thighs

And hear her deep throated cries

Then revel at her climactic sighs

COME ON DARLING HEAR MY PLEA

 

Come on darling

Lets play hide the sausage

Let’s not hesitate

Come on darling hear my plea

Come on lets have a shag

You can choose which way

Monkey on a stick, reverse cowboy

Missionary or doggy fashion

Something new maybe

Like splitting the cicada

We can play with sex toys

I’ll insert ticklers up your vaginal canal

Or you can bite the pillow

For some penetration anal

If you don’t want a shag

A hand job or a tit-wank will do

Or please take it in the scull

I promise not to come in your face

When I tip my barrow

But you may get a pearl necklace

When I lose my load

You can sit on my face

Give me a golden shower

Get your knickers off

And I’ll give you a nosh

Just get your kit off

I promise to make you quiver and shiver

And shudder and judder

But please please remember

A sixty year old man

Should never waste an erection

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?