Naughty Tonight (New Year’s Night)

Its the season to be naughty

The Christmas tree is all lit

I’m in my sexy lingerie – the one you bought me for my birthday, silly:

Thigh stockings and a Santa’s hat

I’ve got a red wine on ice

Candle lights are all around

All, I want is you tonight –

Your touch, your kiss

I want to inhale your essence

I want your hands grasping my booty rough

Sit back and let me lap dance on your groin

Twist my hair in your grip

Make me feel nasty and dirty

I want to be your bitch

As you always are my king

Let’s ’69 on the floor

Hear me gasp, beg you for more

I want you all hard in my mouth

As I screech and whimper till I dismount

From your face

Take me away from this place

The New Year’s almost here

I want you inside me, my dear

Let me climax at the hour of midnight

And sleep on your chest till the full moon passes by.

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Father’s Song

The road was long

The journey into the night tough

So many we have lost along the way

Yet so many we have in turn gained

Though we split at the last junction behind

You got taken away when I needed you so bad

You were my standing shoulder

A rock I could rest upon

A water I drank

But like the god who flew too close to the sun

You left – gone too soon, so sudden

You will be missed

I will carry on still

With your grace, your love

Someday we will meet again

In time I will let go of this pain

Ever to walk tall in your shade

Until then, rest father. Rest.

Loving You is a Drug

Loving you is a drug

I know I should quit you

But the further I stay clear

The more I want you near.

Loving you is like a black potion

Effervescent, implicit

So much I don’t wish to commit to stay

Yet here I am again.

Loving you is a hurt I yearn for everyday

In bed I lie in bed awaiting your return

Your sultry voice whispering my name

That also comes with your touch.

Victoria’s Secret

Her name was Victoria and she had a secret

It came in the form of questions

Of which I, at that moment, unceremoniously bore the answer:

To guess if she had on any bra under her shirt

And if right, were her nipples hard or relaxed

She wrapped a blindfold around my eyes

All I had of her presence was her perfume: Coco Chanel

She proffered my hand and laid it on her thigh

Come on, big boy,” she teased. “I’m waiting.”

Sultry lips coated with lipstick

Her hand stole onto my crotch

I was hard: I wanted her so bad.

We were in her home, in her bedroom on Lenox Avenue

The wind from the lake ruffled the curtains

Her husband was out of town

The neighbours might have seen us together

Noisy bastard, except she didn’t care

My hands roamed past her thigh to grasped her rump

She chortled. “Warmer,” she cooed

Under her shirt they slipped

I gasped at the feel of her naked skin

Exquisite

I cupped her tits

Naked; her nipples hard and excited

She laughed and flung off her shirt

She sat on my lap and loosened my blindfold

Now, my secret is yours,” she murmured,

Sealing my lips with a kiss.

A Simple Lust

A simple lust
Is all I yearn for:
Just for me to be
In the sweet here and now
With you in mind as well in heart
A desperate anguish in
Love’s deepest well,
I seek to die for
Slowly and steady as a stabbing knife
Extinguish this love I have carried for you all these centuries
Let it scatter with the wind
And be gone from this world into the beyond.

A nightingale she was
Singing aloud to my soul:
“How far would you go,”
She asked me, “Till you accomplish
That treasure that you seek?”
Mesmerised and spellbound
Was I, as I soared
Through winter’s age
Searching for a love
That knows no pain.