My Deepest Desire

My Deepest Desire

My deepest desire is you, my dear darling, I don’t deny it.
I dream of delight, the duo doing it in the dark, our destiny of devotion.
I am aroused with anticipation
aching to actively access your adorable amorous assets.
My sturdy spear stiffens and swells when I succumb to a story
where I suck your sweet sex, supping your secretions,
sensuously satisfying my lady fair, your spirit sends me soaring.
I like licking your lap, my lips lustily loving my lady.
My log leaps large with longing.
I fantasize my finger fondles your flower, fervently flicking
your flow freely, my phallus fills, my foreskin finds fluid.
I foggily face the fact my fair friend is far from fun,
my force fades; our future firm.
I imagine inserting my immense instrument
intimately inside your inviting interior
my iron intensifies with the idea.
My probe pulses and I ponder pounding your pretty private part
passionately providing pleasure for the pair.
My erection elevates and emits exotic essence
in expectation of erotic entry, then ebbs and expires.
I exist for our eventual embraces
exquisite excitement and exhilarating explorations.

I am lucky you light up my life, I love you!