Excitement and focus
Watching him Bound,
She tells me it makes her Clench, And I can feel it Around my crossed Fingers, In the way I grip My cock, Stroking in time To the image Placed in my Mind, Remembering How her thighs jerk Closed And…
She straddles me Rocking her pussy Along my cock, Looking down Into my eyes, Slick wet moans From both our throats Echoing the desire, A tease That even now Makes me throb With want.
Btw, my love, You are beautiful I feel you, touching my skin As I wear your shirt, I smell, the back of your neck And hair, I hear, the musical lilt, Of your laughter and the way you Speak Here,…
Sweat slick flesh A thick Slightly curved line, Panting breaths Mirrored and in sync, Gentle minute caresses As hearts race Thumping Side by side.
Hand in hair Mouth and teeth Slowly tracing a line Down your exposed Neck, Fingers Twist and tug Caressing across Tit and ass, Wanting to enter And spread Your tight, wet pussy, Listen to The orchestra of your Moans.
I woke up With you, big spooning me, Your arms Wrapped lovingly and Possessively around me. The warmth of your embrace, A swiftly fleeing illusion, Naught but a pillow and sheets Coupled with my desire For you.
Hands slide Smooth to wet to moan, A scene I live in my head, Desire beds down With lust As i replay Time spent with you, Over and over Again. Absence makes the heart Ache, My only surcease is You.
Four poems I wrote in response to a request for guest posts on the subject of Heat In Absentia: A Guest Post