remember wanting such bliss

can you remember wanting such bliss

yet not knowing what it might mean?

no longer alone, uncertain or shy

but boldly desired and powerfully alive?

desiring the thrill of a wanton kiss

and love so raw it borders obscene?

fucking with joy a genuine guy

who cares for you and wants you to thrive?

or do you fret and wish to dismiss,

with the tide going back to the sea,

the adventures that made your blood race,

and repent in some guilty sorrow?

can you remember wanting such bliss

that makes your pussy get so saucy?

as when you'll fuck him in a public place

and care barely one wit who might know?

so even as we desperately miss

each other with mind, body and heart

and as we still frolic and erotically tease

are you concerned you've made a mistake?

can you remember wanting such bliss

even when we are now too far apart?

we find ways to help each other be pleased

with orgasmic shudders and shakes.

can you remember lusty desire as this

now that you've tasted it often?

did you want to slurp from a hard cock?

did you want to get pumped in your ass?

was it in search of such sacred bliss

which called to you from near famine

towards a banquet which would never block

your appetite beyond sexual impasse?

can you remember wanting like this,

now that we have shared it together?

the thrill that overcomes you those times

when all you can say is "give me more"?

i want to keep you in sweet bliss,

regardless of age, place or weather,

to help you feel so completely sublime

from now until you're well past fourscore.

can you remember wanting such bliss

as that which lingers after a great fuck?

when you – half asleep – wake with my head

nuzzled up to your luscious breasts?

so, my love, please remember such bliss,

take my soft penis to your lips and suck.

and I'll soon be erect, and in the warm bed

drill deep in your moist pussy, as you request.