Wetter than Puddles #10

Damn!
Woke and
wetter than puddles,
having felt
the depth
and length of you
leading to
hours of you
hitting it
then to
fold into you
with each death

Damn!

Blame it on
the way you move
those eyes
got me
biting my lip
wanting to
taste you

Blame it on
how you hold me
close
where I can
breathe you in
feel
your heart
and hardness
that beckons

Blame it on
your smooth
moves that have
me down and
under your
maleness
licking
sucking
fucking

Damn!

Wetter than Puddles #8

I try to forget
your effect
your impact
the words shared
the dreams shared
glimpse of you
has me
woke
to the desire
that fills
my thoughts
my lips
remember your taste
my fingers know the path
my limbs part in kind
knowing
the
pleasure
that is possible
I try to forget
but
the body betrays
wanting
and getting me
wetter than puddles

Wetter Than Puddles #7

Waking to the feel
of
soaked sheets
eyes blink,
mind turns,
finding it’s
not night sweats
but the dreams
of you
that have me
wetter than puddles
where my mind
feels you
your entire you
on
over
in
out
of me
where my skin
remembers the
stroke
touch
lick
and suck
of you
where I respond
to
buck
grind
kiss
fuck
you back
in dreams
so real
I feel you

Wetter Than Puddles #6

My sweat rolls off
my skin,
you thumb my
hard nipples,
you watch my
heaving chest
waiting as I recover…
wetter than puddles,
cumming with you is
such bliss.
Your hardness
stares at me,
wanting more
only minutes
after
you have cum
so magnificently.
I reach out to
touch it
and you smile.
I desire to
kiss it
and you smile.
You know the
feel of us
is extraordinary
Our Eyes lock,
fingers intertwine,
lips kiss
and your cock
is mine

Wetter than Puddles #4

You
cocky son of a
bitch!
Got me hot and
bothered
wanting more of
that teasing
to feel you
on me
I wanna take that
offer
To have your tongue
over my skin
To have your lips
part mine
To have your fingers
play me
Can I fold to your
rhythmic play
Can I move to my
staccato sounds
Can I get lost
in the pleasure
as you watch me get
wetter than puddles