One + One

 
 
 
One + One
 
Words first never fading
Eyes can't get enough
Brain anticipating
Oh this waiting will be rough
 
Thoughts run alike
Both of us same page
Like riding a bike
Forgetting our age
 
Your insight is hot
Erotica is spot on
Knowledge of the toys
Yet innocence as a fawn
 
My imagination is wild
You've driven me there
Feeling like a child
Figuring what to wear
 
Our chats carry weight
Alot more than sex
Guanteed to be great
Not like past wrecks
 
I picture your mound
I gaze at your nipples
The sweetest yet found
Like a stream with ripples
 
From you a hard cock
I'm not sure why
Ever growing with stock
It's reaching the sky
 
No eye contact yet
No touch or caress
Our bodies can't fret
One day we'll undress
 
I hope these lines
Made your box whet
A few bottles of wine
We'd never forget
 
So as I close towards the end
With one hand below
I hope that this trend
Like my shaft...
wanting to grow
 
End.
7/27/23