My Confession

They say confession is good for the soul

I confess

Just as she aches for my touch

I ache for her

She occupies my mind

as I desire to meet

every sexual desire

and need she has

I’m constantly

between her legs

My beard buried hungrily

Her hips moving

in molten sway

My hands behind my head

as I indulgently watch her

teasingly stimulate my ache

with her mouth until

with a firm grasp

of my desperate situation

She mounts my rampant cock

controlling the pace

Our needs wrapped in each other

My hands teasing her glorious breasts

as our desires erupt from deep within

My seed mixes with her nectar

And my arms enfold her

pulling her down to my chest

as I lavishes her with praise