Author: BiWriter

I am Poseidon; my ocean? Lust.
I see you standing on that sandy shore
Of my desire, curves proudly thrust
As waves of my wanting, beg and implore
You to come closer, feel my wet embrace
As my salty kisses splash about your face.

Come, and submit your will to my own,
Come ‘neath the waves, where my kingdom lays,
Come forth and kneel, ‘fore my towering throne,
Come to me begging for my love and praise,
And you’ll be the envy of all the girls,
For you’ll have riches, a collar of pearls.

And more, my sweet, you’ll have my power,
An ocean’s rage at your each command.
And all my attention, at any hour
That my sweet, soft servant might demand.
Aye, for that is the key to lust –
A master rules by his servant’s trust.

But now, you’re bended on wanting knee,
My scepter rises to feel your grasp
Your kisses touch me so daintily
That even this sea god feels a gasp
Of utter awe issue from his lips
As at his scepter, his servant sips. Read more »

I envy them their sweet caress,
Their thousand fingers set free to roam
Across the majesty of your breasts,
Your stomach, sides, the very home
Of your desire, now glistening wet
As thousands of touches, soft and sweet
Explore you fully, deeply, yet
To make you moan beneath their heat,
Cascading down your soft, warm skin,
You feel that tingle build within.

And though I’m not a jealous man,
I can’t contain that inward gasp
As o’er your form their touches span
And turn my moans to needy rasps
As you begin to writhe beneath
Their kisses all across your flesh
My rod engorges, yearns to sheath
My need inside you, to enmesh
Myself within your passion’s fire
And share the sweetness of desire.

Yet still they claim you, in their greed
To sup upon your perfect form,
Ignoring me, my lusts, my need
To feel you round me, soft and warm;
And yes, I even hear them cheer,
Applauding as they fall in turn
Around you, reveling to be near
The passion that within you burns…
And then, my god, you pull them down,
And towards your pleasure’s needy crown. Read more »