This Dark Blue Chair............

     
     
     
Seems that my most hedonistic thoughts      
come 'round about in the morn    
They roll through the blinds      
like shutters of an old Super 8    
Bristling clear,      
more arousing than any porn.....    
     
.......as I sit inside this deep, blue recliner    
My olfactory remembers the fragrance of your hair    
Early morning memories of the things that we had done.....    
     
......right here.    
   
Wetness, the unending flood    
Hyper-orgasmic releases    
Fluid bodies in motion    
Potent and powerful      
A synaptic break      
causing my teeth clench tightly....    
     
........love bites, yum.    
     
My body reels uncontrollably at the way    
we always made each other cum.    
     
So many times, my cock has filled    
your womb with my seed.    
"Time after time........"    
   
......our juices spew out      
from between swollen pussy lips    
down your creamy, alabaster thighs    
trickling past the gentle bends    
of your knees    
     
Taking you......    
     
Raping you.....    
     
...again    
     
and again.    
     
Always believing that this      
fucking lust of ours      
would never, ever end.    
     
We were always so damned xxhottxx.    
Reverently, I sit inside this dark, blue chair    
Never have I even dared to    
shampoo this spot.........    
     
.......where such passion and love was made.    
Sweet brown sugar babe    
I gits high off ur love    
Don't know how to behave.......    
     
Black lace panties pulled over to the right side    
The sweet scent of arousal    
You had just finished your mountain bike ride.....    
     
.....over rough terrain, straight to my door.    
Nobody knew that you were my    
sexy-azz vanilla scented whore......    
     
......nor that I was your dark chocolate pimp    
We always wore each other out    
Pussy spent and sore    
Dick milked and limp    
     
Oh how I remember the ride,    
panties pulled snugly to the side....    
.....tight little biker shorts sprawled out    
upon the floor.    
     
Thighs draped upon the arms of that old recliner    
"Delightful, spread them open a little bit more."    
     
My thick terry cloth robe falls from my massive brown frame    
"Give it to me Cloud......"    
I loved the way you called my name    
     
Tasting your pussy before sticking it in    
Lips locked together, an impassioned kiss    
Mine thick and rich; yours deliciously thin    
     
My back lewdly bent, exaggerated, more than 90 degrees    
Diggin' you out like a power tool    
grasping your legs,      
strong hands gripping you knees    
     
"Let me boil your water"    
tepid and inviting..casting it's magic spell.    
My dark, chocolate candy stick stirring your creamy nougat    
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it well.....    
   
Opening these dreamin' eyes of mine    
Sitting in this old chair........    
     
......crossing effortlessly    
the sands of time
they drift to and fro    
Memories of a passion,lust and erotic love    
that only a few will ever know    
     
Secrets forever held in my heart.....    
.......and the fabric of      
that old blue chair.