Poetry

Passion Pen

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Passion Pen

Tell me, how long has it been?

Since I made you cum with the stroke of a pen

The sweet whispers to your heart that have you about to bust

Because you know every word is more than lust

It’s a passion that drives me deeply into your core

So eager to find your sensitives areas and explore

Deeper into the fathoms of your love, leaving your tummy sore

Breathing heavy as my tantalizing makes your stomach ripple

Making your soul shiver by sucking on your nipple

The way I take command of you isn’t fair

But I expect no less than submission when I pull your hair

I want it all, your love, loyalty & lust, the total package

In return I’ll bend you over the way you like, as a true savage

You’re going to get it every way you like don’t fret

I have an insatiable need to keep you wet

Now you got me ready to conquer you all over again

All because you got me started with this pen

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Poetry

Friday Night Freak

Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak

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