Dreams of Lust - The Teenage Lad

Dreams of Lust – The Teenage Lad

Here again thrown, into a world of a dreamer
With a feeling that my head, has a drummer
Heated drums beating, the beats to my heart beat
Melting lust, till it flows onto my bed sheet

Today it is beating, a different slap
While I have, an 18 year lad
Arms around, in a warm tight wrap
Sitting splayed, on my 38 year lap

My back was, a very high arch
His back was, a very low hunch
We sat hugging, in a summer's noon
Like sun half eclipsed, by the moon

Cuddling his head, between my breasts
Swaying gently, feeling his breaths
As divine as, this warm embrace feels
Truth be that these, are devil's deals

Vigor of his youth, presses my belly
It's like a steel spoon, squashing jelly
My soft skin yields, under his hardness
And I feel his slippery, pre-cum wetness

Kissed the length of his neck, with a wet trail
He tightly held my swirling head, like it was a holy grail
His inexperience showed, in the push to get his thrill
But soon to make him, a true man I will

Our limbs vibrating, like violin cords
He mummer's some brute, vulgar words
I reply with sweet, soft moaning
A great song, with lustful meaning

When drummer, drums harder
I wiggle with him, faster
While holding each other, tighter
Seeking pleasure, being our comforter

Our moaning lips, lovingly locking
His hot hardness, on my stomach rubbing
Here and there, over my skin slipping
Knowing that climax, is soon coming

The butterflies, two or maybe three
Were flapping wildly, inside of me
Fluttering desperately, to be set free
The captivities' key, is only he,

I lay back on bed, pulling him with me
His legs still straddled, while mine still tightly closed
Slip sliding he was, over my belly with glee
Beneath the stomach's skin, my flesh quivered and tossed

There I lay diving, into an ecstasy
While he poured, his warm juice jerkily
While the drumming, slowly rolled and faded
The boy too faded, and slowly disappeared

I looked at my fingers, which left its place
Up over onto, my trembling stomach's surface
It was the wetness, I traced from my hump
That replaced what should have been, the boy's dump

With the slow stopping, of the drumming in my head
The Devil throws me, evil guilt that he has made
Then there comes his teasing laughter, roaring into my head
While wetness continues flowing, onto the sheet of my bed