Time spent writing poems, songs, stories,
Singing for you on your voicemail,
Flowers at your door,
And saying “I love you” even when you
Piss me off.
Enough. Full stop.
The time for originality and creativity is over.
Romance and ribbons and bows, please,
Take a back seat.
I need to be blunt.
Fucking blunt.
I want to fuck you.
Now. Soon. Anytime I can get you,
I want to fuck you.
I need to fuck you.
My balls are as blue as a crisp, winter sky…
Fuck it. Flowery language, poetic descriptions,
They seem to creep into things, I cannot help it,
But
I have no need or desire for that kind of verbosity.
I need to be blunt. Direct. Clear. Fucking clear.
I have to fuck you.
Memory number one.
A drive back from a day trip,
A warm night, already past 10:00 p.m. and
It is pitch black outside.
You’ve been playing with my cock
Through my pants for about an hour,
And I am so fucking hard,
And pre-cum is leaking through my pants.
See the stain?
Take my fucking cock out of my pants already,
And jack me off until I cum.
If you can touch me for an hour through my pants,
You can jack me off.
I pull over into a school driveway, parking in the darkness
Beside the building, about 150 feet from the roadway.
I get out, come over to your side, pull you out of the car,
I bend you over onto your seat and pull your pants and panties
Down.
My cock is out and I fuck you from behind,
And you cum within seconds and then I shoot my load
Into your warm, wet pussy.
Best scene in the movie?
Your ass presenting to me, with my cock inside of you,
Watching your ass shake and jiggle as I thrust repeatedly into your
Wetness.
I have to fuck you.
My cock is hard every night,
My balls are fucking full and need to
Unload. To be unloaded.
Yes, I am horny.
Yes, I am tired of jacking off, all alone.
Memory number two.
Sitting on the floor, fixing your computer,
Naked because we have just fucked.
It started with you being coy,
Having me take off my shirt to give me a massage,
But I did not want that stinky oil all over my clothes.
So I took off my pants.
Lying face down on your bed, with your hands
Rubbing my back and then my legs,
My cock was so damn hard and jabbing into your mattress,
I rolled over to give it some relief,
And my cock made that proverbial tent in my
Briefs. There. See it?
Tentative? Grab the fucking thing already.
You know you will eventually. Just do it.
Briefs are lowered and your lips
Surround my cock.
Blow job. Check.
Rim job. Check.
Take off your panties and mount me. Check.
Fucking tiny but amazing tits bouncing in front of me.
Check.
I want to fuck you.
Not some day.
Not when things are different.
Now. Today? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the weekend.
But soon.
Yes, I am very horny.
Yes, my cock is incredibly hard just thinking about it.
About fucking you.
Thinking about your perfect pussy.
Lips not too floppy and flappy, but just right.
Your clit.