A little secret
Shhh, and I’ll let you in on a little secret.
I have very dark eyes, they are almost black, and I don’t need sunglasses. I do wear them though, in the summer, but only so that I can look at women’s tits without them realizing.
I am worried however that the slobbering might give the game away.
Your breasts
To see your breasts, I would steal,
To touch them, I would kill,
To oil them, I would take on armies,
To taste them, I would die,
And, to come on them, in Hell, I would happily fry.
Rinse and repeat
your breasts come
with instructions:
kiss them
caress them
fondle them
worship them
press your cock
hard in between them
coat them with generous
helpings of cum
then rinse
and repeat
with your tongue.
Even after all these years
She was as pretty as a dumpster full of sunsets and had breasts that I would have happily chewed my own elbows off, for nothing more than a glance at them unleashed, for nothing more than a description of them.
In bed she was a let down, she didn’t like all the squishy noises we made, refused to suck me off or let me come on her tits and wouldn’t kiss me after I went down on her.
After she had fallen asleep, I pulled back the covers and jacked-off to her magnificent tits. It was the 14th best wank I’d ever had.
We went out together for nearly a year. In the end she ran off with my best friend. Even after all these years, I still miss him.
Dripping
To kiss your lips,
hot and red,
to stroke them
with my fingertips.
To see your mouth,
open an wet,
dripping with my cum.
To kiss your breasts,
soft and warm,
to stroke them
with my prick.
To see your tits,
open and wet,
dripping with my cum.
To kiss your clit,
throbbing and hard,
to stroke it
with my tongue.
To see your pussy,
open and wet,
dripping with his cum.
Between your breasts
my cock between your breasts
sliding up and down
pumping
you push them together
squeezing me
your head forward
your mouth open
your blue eyes gleaming
my cock spurting
Stop staring at my face, my boobs are down there
When I’m talking with a woman, I make a point of not staring at her boobs, its not polite or respectful, “apparently”. The other night though, I was on a date with a girl who talked about her breasts incessantly. I figured it would be rude not to look.
Spring
the birds are building nests
the girls are baring breasts
the kids have all got tests
i wish i was a better poet
kyle mew 