I want… (part 2)

You.
To top you.
To take you.
To cum in your mouth.
To feel your heat wrapped wet and hot around my throbbing cock.
My mouth on your clit.
Your orgasm.
Your tongue.
To explore every inch of your body.
To fulfill your every desire.
To touch the small of your back and summon the shivers of remembered pleasure.

You, again and again.
To introduce you to the pleasures of the flesh. From first steps to masterwork.
Your words.
Your past.
Your worries and your dreams.
You for as long as you will have me.
To be your companion, your champion, your master.
All that you are.
You, spent and content, lying in the safety of my arms.

Strains of cello

The steady beat of a heart unseen
Give rapid pulse of shy ivory
Sinking down quiescent
Last dream of departed sun

Quick breathe held
Pains grasping hand reaching
Sleep soundly now
Now done with seeking

Fear’s choice made mock
Slow path agonizing set to rot
Soft strains of Danse
Fading

Just saying

I don’t care what sexual organs you have. I’m attracted to whom I’m attracted to. It’s all just skin on skin, pleasures ragged and jaded. A kissable mouth wrapped in a dirty mind. That’s my type.