“For Whom I’d Kill and Die For”
I don’t have the constitution for suicide
I could probably kill someone else though
In my dreams, my arms are limp
And my body doesn’t move at the correct speed
Totally vulnerable within my own psychosexual landscape
I wake up aroused
I look at her
There are times when I’ve forgetten how perfectly beautiful she is to me
When I remember her perfection, the softness of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, the nectar of her cunt, I’m awake
She resurrects me, over and over
I’ve had others
I sometimes desire others
But inside her, I long for nothing else
And no one more
Perfect love inside her perfect sex
If I lost her, I’d simply die
If by my mine own failure, of will or impulse, I’d wither in disgrace and regret
If by another
That is when I could, and would, kill with ease
I live as her heart beats
She whimpers as I knock at the bottom of her, where she can feel me deepest
Whispers in my ear, to finish with her
There’s no scent more inspiring than her juice
I suck my fingers clean of it so she knows I feel no shame
And I give her a taste
I rub her again and she tells me she loves me
I tell her: I’d die for her
“Teenage Dream”
I feel like an adolescent
Absent confusion
Perfect clarity
Cumming in your perfect pussy
Lubricated by your pleasure
Ejaculating with the force of a teenager watching pornography for the first time
But completely out of my mind and without shame
Freed from neurosis
Freed from doubt
Freed from the world around us
Teenage lovers frolicking the unknown woods
Beauty surrounds us and I am lost to it all
But found within you
My finger tickling your delicate button of an anus
Stretching it out slowly, in awe
There’s nothing more beautiful to me
Than the way you bite your lower lip
When you’re about to erupt
Shocked by the l immense power of my thrusts
Youthful inhibitions until eternity rips me from you
I am yours
“Four times”
I made her cum four times this morning
On the couch
Under the old, cozy, plaid blanket
That conceals our dirty games
When ma is in the bedroom
I made her cum first with my two fingers
I made her cum second with my tongue gliding up and down her beautiful pussy
I made her cum third time by sucking her perfectly cute clitoris
I made her cum fourth time with two fingers in her while using my other finger to tickle her clit
I love how she quivers and squeezes her legs together around my head when she cums
Every time I made her cum made me feel like a man
Every time I made her cum made me feel present on this earth
Every time I made her cum made me feel the presence of god
Every time I made her cum I knew that she loved me
Every time I made her cum I knew I loved her, so much, so deeply
With the taste of her on my tongue, and the smell of her wafting on me, I can feel my breath, I’m alive