It’s an ache In the pit Of your chest, A bottomless hole Where you belong To fill and complete Me
She’s with me, Hand in my hair, Fingers Sliding down my face Along my back, Lips caress My neck and lower Still, Voice Tickling my ears With her laugh, Even when She’s not.
She begs And tries to entice me Back, Even though I’ve shown no interest As friend or Fuckbuddy. Like the changing Of the seasons, She returns Time and again, A new plea Wrapped in familiar Dysfunction. No interest then Or…
It shows the wear Of Love and Treasured memories, Slowly decaying But no velveteen rabbit transformation Awaits, Just the rag heap.
I miss your head On my chest, Your hair Tickling my nose, Peek of your eyes As you glace up at Me. Love and desire Within, Soft hand Held in mine, An anchor For those times You are not There.
Passing my nose, I smell her again, Sweet flesh Clasped in my arms, Pressing up Against my thrust, Aching for penetration, That joy soon to be Satiated, And the bubble pops, It’s a memory Once more.
Lascivious tongue Lapping and probing, Hunting your sweet Nectar, Honey pot of love Your handles press Either side of my Head, Feeling your pleasure Through pressure And upward tilt of Your hips, Rock the boat Until the flood bursts forth.
They move similarly Like we did, Through half closed eyes I feel you before me, Liquid squelch And I hear your voice, Calling Me, Urging me on So we cum together, My eyes open To a mess And solitude.
My cock aches to Spread You, The head, teasingly Slides In. Rock back, Push in slow, Inch by, Inch. I feel the pull, Your pussy on my Cock, With just a thought And help from my Hand.
I wake to her touch Sensual and loving, Half seen smiles In the pre-dawn light, Amorous awakening No finer way To begin our day