Thursday 11 November 2021

...F.You,

 I want to fuck you
There; I said it
Honesty without subtlety
Sex without love
No promises necessary
Love now spelled L.U.S.T
I want to fuck you

I want to fuck you everywhere
On the sofa, on the chair
I want to fuck you like a whore
I want to fuck you on the floor
I want to fuck and lick you
I want to fuck and stick you
I want to fuck you

I want to fuck in every crack
From the front and from the back
I want to fuck you in the car
I want to fuck you at the bar
I want to fuck you in the kitchen
Fuck you hard until you’re twitching
I want to fuck you

I want to fuck you in the bed
I want to fuck you in the head
I want lots and lots of fucking
With rampant intermittent sucking
I want to fuck you daylights dawning
I want to fuck you in the morning
I want to fuck you hard at night
I want to fuck you good and tight
I want to fuck you

I want to lick you every inch
I want to squeeze your tits and pinch
I want to kiss your ruby lips
I want to bite your ass and hips
I want to tingle all your bits
I want to cum all over your tits
I want to suck your toes and fingers
Until it’s the smell of sex that lingers
Ultimately; I just want to fuck you

Still all this fucking is in my mind
I’m not even sure if you’re even that kind
When you smile I wonder what you’re thinking
I want to tell you, but my ego is sinking
I just want to fuck you that is true
But honestly even a hug would do everything

..not & nor,

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you are not mine, nor am I yours

but I would long to be lost in you

in your flirty gaze

and in your smile like the midday sun

I’m not yours, nor does your voice pronounce my name

silence claims to be heard

the wind blows like a secret to be told

you love me so deeply that the screams

from your heart are the beats of mine

let me surround your breasts with impetuous love

round my caresses with the firmness of your character

I’m not yours yet I sink into sighs

when I see your heavenly eyes

let me fly on your warm waist

light me with the candle of a hug

with the flame

that does not fade before the storm of love.

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_keyur_everything_


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