I can feel the traces of your muscles under my palm…
The way you excite me so much…yet making me totally calm.
Oh my God baby. You look so good…
I’d have you in every position…and I know I could.
Me on top, you laying on the bed…
Or up against a wall with my legs nicely spread…
We could jump in the shower, get totally wet…
Oh, are you turned on? I haven’t even started yet.
You could sit yourself down, get comfy on a chair…
Let me bounce on you and let my scent fill the air…
You could even turn me around and take me from the back,
Spank me here and there as I hold onto the rack…
We could also spice it up and you could take me from the side…
Pin my head down the pillow while my hands are roughly tied…
Last but not least, a camera to capture…
Don’t be overwhelmed…it’s only the first chapter.
We’d then watch it alone and set our limits to the test…
God I love what we have: intimacy at its best.
Like a golden flame, an electric wire.
Your touch, your feel, your scent
Your dick when it’s hard- slightly bent…
Your balls and shaft I love to lick Then you go from soft to stiff…hard as a brick.
How you push down my head to take it all in…
How my body aches for more…to feel you deep within…
My bite marks on your shoulder, my scratches on your back…
I love to savor you…on you I’ll always snack… Pure pleasure with a slight twist of pain…
You’re built inside my mouth as I beg you to rain…
I’ll engulf your cum and let it down my throat.
Then Ill light up a cigarette as I begin to gloat.
to want without heed
your furious pumping
filling with need
within molten veins
for absent me
yet i am there
to wend you through
to possess your mind
to consume you
to devour your body
submit to your lead
to your desire
Come to me with obedient tongue
consume my licking fire and swallow the flame
you will taste what burns within me
leave me in the darkness of such deeds
to waste from wicked starvation your weeping notes upon my flesh
as waxen drops of warm running dew
your adoring words twist my submissive soul
the candle spits and i resist
pushing against the pleasure pulling you toward the pricking pain
your lips are perfected in soothing
within your sweet mouth i am redeemed
found to be sacred
my sin taken from my punished flesh with lashes i feel to my bone
enter my promised valley
drink the milk and honey
worship at the altar you find
pray for your turn