you’ve been dancing in my dreams,

bringing me to life as i waste the nights

drinking to you

toasting to the us i crave

and the flavor of the alcohol

is the taste i imagine your lips to be

this intoxication demands physical contact

the ecstasy burns though my veins

and i burst

because the hot and heavy and wasted me

needs the hot and sexy and adorable you

and just for tonight

i keep going for the sweet hallucinations

the highs that would be nothing

compared to being with you

and i’ll keep going

until you’re right next to me,

hot and heavy and wasted

Walks alone, but not for me,

eyes forward, to them they see,

i demand a voice as they pass by,

it does not come, within I sigh.

I dream we mix, flavor sweet,

skin glistens, lying neat,

I hold it in, about to burst,

feelings must end, for they are cursed.

Flavor my lips, with a lover’s quarrel

Siphon our bubbles, watch our hearts burden, then burst

And have our dream collect the seams

Feel the demands, of our bodies’ souls inflamed, one with the elements we are, bending fire at will, and within us. Let me bend to you, and bend to me alike, for we talk in emotion. We are fluent there. We are one in emotions.

I’m just drippin’

when I’m secretly sippin’

the imaginary flavor of your hidden treasure;

what a pleasant pleasure.

A hopeless dream at first,

if i had a dick, just now, it would burst.

Need to satisfy the thirst.

Need to demand, if I am cursed.

Please, tell me if I’m versed.

So, that’s how I show love,

words which I heedfully got versed.

I dream of us together,

A hazy recollection of stolen memories and moments

I imagine your lips and demand to kiss them,

How they’ll taste of ripe crimson cherries

A flavor, after all this time, I’d forgotten

You caress me,

My heart feeling as if it’ll burst

From your tender touch

Then I come back to myself and realize,

It was only a hopeful fantasy

I’ve got a pay-per-view pussy.

Sex on demand.

I open my hot flesh to you,

dripping with the pineapple juices, word has it, enhances flavor.

When we fuck I dream of others

because I crave your jealous thrusts.

But the stars that burst between my eyelids and the room always bring me back to you.

They are a tangle of limbs

the demand for more making them frantic

the promise of this fanstasy

fast hands free themselves from clothing

the sweet flavor between her thighs is found

the flood of desire has him ready to burst

& the dream between his legs

keeps her seeing stars like never before.