Here\'s mine, share yours. Thoughts Sitting here, thoughts of you swimming in my head. Moving my hand over my soft pale lips. Thinking of our lips meeting. The tingle of a first kiss, My heart heavy in my chest, My breath hard to come by, The one thing that could seal our sin. Moving faster now. My hand slides into my mouth, My mind making it into you. Now over my hard young breasts, Your hand felling them again, Making me want you. As ideas of taking you into me fill my mind, My hand slips into me. I can feel my own hands but to me it\"s you. Our sin is locked, As sure as I am in your arms. I call out your name, \"Larry, Please!\" I cum as you do. I can now feel my own cum running over my fingers. I wake from my dream, To find my hand wet and my body sweaty. You I need to see you again. To feel you again, Inside of me, Taking part of me away. I need to see your eyes, To feel your breath, To hear your words whispered in my ear, As you touch me, As I moan out your name. I need to feel your heart beat, As it quickens to match mine. To feel all you have go into all of me. Orgasm I feel you inter me, I move over you, You grab my waist, You force me down on you, Your cock fills me, Your body rises with mine, I moan out your name, I hear you whisper mine, I pull back, You let out a sigh, I love playing with you, Fucking you, I move faster, My breath quickens, My nails dig into the sheets, I arch my back, Your fingers grip at my skin, I think of your first time, And how I felt when you first entered me, My body quivers, All that I can think of is how good it feels, You sliding in and out of me, I cry out \"God fuck me.†I cum, Hard, \"God, Chris!†You can\"t take my moaning, And you cum too, I feel your cum enter me, I tighten my mussels, I feel you flinch, You smile, I slid off of you, Lying on my back I feel our mixed cum slid out of me, I look at you, You match my stare, I whisper \"I love you.â€
DL, the only poetry I can write is a Haiku. I just threw this one together. Maybe after I\'m high I\'ll be able to come up with something a bit more explicit. Haiku on pleasure Hand on my heaved breast Moisture in my hot soft walls Throbbing, exploding edit: That\'s pretty good for a 9am haiku. heh.
theres this really cheesy one that i know from back in the day, haha. \"Roses are red...\" Roses are red, Lemons are sour. Now spread your legs, and feel my power. haha
small pink rubix cube tight and warm and full of lube I get to use it every day you\'re the reason I\'m not gay seven holes, three of which are large enough stick the girl would not unfurl until I told her I would lick