Lust

Your dreads are perfect and you’re tatted with the Ankh.

Enlightened beauty, you’re what I want.

For your love I would bargain with Leland Gaunt.

Your Goddess goodness has me perusing Needful Things.

My brain lit up.

“She’s a Queen with a golden crown and an ass that’s obscene.”

Give me a number to hit up.

We have much to discuss.

Invest me with trust and we’ll make love out of this lust.

Thoughts of you keep my dick up like an insomniac.

A big dog like me will nom nom the cat.

Am I wrong for that?

This dick is long and fat.

The urge is strong in fact to kiss and lick every inch of you.

I get hard when someone mentions you.

Why be ashamed when it’s the truth?

Can I eat your ass while heavy rain hits the roof?

This Patron is smooth, take a sip or two.

It goes down easy like me pushing my tongue into you.

I dreamed I met you at the altar in a suit.