I peel myself from the background,
A soul unsure and shy;
Is there a place within this world,
Where I’ll not fall, but fly?
Decision made, I edge the cliff,
Old life I’ll leave behind;
Eying the puissant eagle soar,
I spread my wings in kind.
Winds of passion keep me aloft,
To spy my place to land;
Seduced by Lush with sexy prose,
Desire to write is fanned.
My fingers quiver as I write,
Words I’ve never spoken;
The ones who’ll read, will they like me?
Or leave me more heartbroken?
A naughty vision in my mind,
Men spanking my plump ass;
Will readers feel the sting?
Know pleasure comes to pass?
Scribbling lines of dirty wants,
Nipples tell their story;
I wish for kindred Spirits,
No need for fame or glory.
If I write it, will he come?
The one who holds the key;
Unlocking all the nasty things,
I want for me with he.
So I pen my dark desires,
Head buried in his lap.
How he paints my face white,
And gives my clit a slap.
Tell stories of my crotch,
Grinding on his face;
As my quivering cunt explodes,
Strong hands hold me in place.
I reveal my favorite position,
Being taken from behind.
Will the one who reads this,
Find his cock so inclined?
The more I write, the more I ache,
I set aside my pen;
Until a true love finds my words,
I’ll cum alone again.
