"A Guidging Light"
She shines bright leading me through starless nights and misty days with her mystical ways.The tricks she has up her sleeve you just wouldn't believe.She pulls orgasms out of her hat and lays them gently in your lap. A lovely...
When your back arches And you press your hips into mineYou gasp and hold your breath And release with a heavy sigh...Then a giggle and a laugh This is how I know This is how I know you are mine.
"During a hotel stay, and after sex, a couple are told of a message at reception. The husband requests room delivery"
Freshly sexed,Anne accepts the challenge nervouslyAnd waits for the knock at the doorGoose bumpsTingling anticipationShe shivers, despite the room’s ambient warmthTime slows to an agonising crawlAs she awaits the messenger’s arrivalDeep breaths fail to placateJangling nervesTotal exposure awaitsThe unsuspectingAnd as...
"A quick morning poem, true to one of my most used and favourite styles."
Laid, keen, thick thighs ajar, labia splayed,like puffy baked goods with honey cream, sweet fondant, white and addictive, alluring, leering with eyes rolling in the humid fold,a cold tongue on flesh controls the gasps,huffed breath— warm skin pricked;heavy breasts, loose...
"He rode the desert winds for thousands of years."
The wind lifted the desert sands into illusions of living forms.It massaged the fabric of the tent undulating as if it were alive.She lay beneath the rugs her skin prickling with her thoughts.The day would begin before long,Tending the animals,...
"Short little poem appreciating a woman's features"
Love those eyes,So kind, so blue.There's nothing like,What they make me do.Love those lips,So plump, so red.There's nothing like,How they give me head.Love those breasts,So round, so soft.There's nothing like,How they make me get off.Love that clit,So pink, so sweet.There's...
There she standsOn the street corner,Seems very sadLike quite the loner.I roll down the window,She yells "How about a date?"I'm not too sureIf I should reciprocate.She runs to the passenger door,I unlock it quickly.She hops in the cab,I'm feeling just...
"My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for this version of his classic poem..."
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse.My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair,And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air.My husband was fucking...
Big hard dick that barely fitsCreamy cum on pointy titsHair on bouncy big bloke moobsWrinkled pussy with grey pubesSoft hands cupping so full ballsBare arse bouncing bedroom wallsMake em jiggle give em slapsRub my lips with soaking flapsKissing titties sucking...
