YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 3

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

With that sweet look on your face

If you knew I imagine you

In black stockings and lace

LANDSCAPE OF PLEASURE

 

My hands glide over her curves

And contours in a sensual exploration

Of the silken landscape

Her flesh tingles at my touch

Breathe starting to pant

Her nipples swell in arousal

Standing in sharp relief

I feel the glow of passion swell in me

And with nimble fingers

I explore her seat of musk

Then like a bee would visit a dewy rose

I sip nectar from her moist blossom

Drinking deeply of her labial delights

Before entering her portal of ecstasy

IN THE PALM OF HER HAND

 

She holds me in the palm of her hand

In a literal sense, body and soul

Her fingers wrap around me

And she tugs on me roughly

Playing with my shaft

Then faster and faster

Until I’m nearly there, then she stops

And she’s on her knees

Her mouth enveloping me

Working on me eagerly

But she plays with me

Getting me close then stopping

Then starting again, then again

Until I thought I was losing my mind

Then again she takes me to the abyss

Closer and closer and closer

Until I explode and then I am consumed

THE FLIRTING AND THE FLAUNTING

 

We looked through the eyes of lovers

The flirting and the flaunting passed

The want and need self evident

Then I was kissing her

Urgently with burning passion

And her response matched my intensity

As her passion deepened

She tore at my clothes, and I at hers

Then in our nakedness

Came the toying and teasing

Her fingers on me caressing and stroking

Mine on her touching and penertrating

Then I consumed her eager flesh

In its tender succulence

Like a ravenous beast

We made love like never before

Till we lay spent in our disgrace

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 5

 

My thoughts are sinful

For the thoughts I think

Are of the open petals

Of your flower moist and pink

DIRTY LITTLE WITCH

 

She is a dirty little witch

And you have that horny itch

To feel your swollen cock twitch

So pop on a night fighter

Its time for your bishop’s mitre

To penetrate the pillow biter

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 4

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

My sweet innocent miss

If you knew I wanted to visit

Your sweet haven of bliss