A weekend poem

Step through the threshold to an altered state
A place to play naughtily with my playmate
With walls of red and oh, if only they could talk
Tales would abound of the dirty woman and her sexy walk
The horny man with the inky black eyes
Looks like he is experiencing a rise
Down below things are moving
As he gazes at her grooving.
She belongs to him and is at his beck and call
As long as he promises to always catch her if she falls

A morning poem

He shined a light upon his cock
And she could feel that it was rock
Hard that is, but alas no time to play
For now her darling has to go away
To work that is, oh no what a shame
She hopes that later he’ll still be game

Back to sleep now, she dreams of him
And the sexy way he licks her quim
She wriggles and writhes in the bed
And imagines giving him good head
Hoping later she will be screwed
What a naughty dream, and so rude!