The Object of Desire

In lace and silk, I dress to thrill
A crossdresser with a secret thrill
I long for the way she looks at me
With hunger in her eyes, so free

I crave the way she touches and teases
My body, my curves, my fantasies
I yearn for the way she takes control
And makes me feel so beautiful

I ache for the way she makes me hers
A toy to play with, to explore
I lust for the way she makes me moan
With every touch, I feel so known

I burn for the way she makes me wet
With every word, I can't forget
I hunger for the way she makes me feel
So wanted, desired, so real

I desire to be nothing but a walking cock-sleeve for her to use as her own personal cum dumpster
I want to be her object of pleasure, her plaything, her dirty little secret
I want to feel her power, her dominance, her control
I want to be used, degraded, and loved in the most primal way

I want to be her fantasy, her escape, her release
I want to be her everything, her nothing, her all
I want to be her toy, her pet, her slave
I want to be her pleasure, her pain, her ecstasy

I want to be her crossdressing, cum-hungry, cock-loving slut
I want to be her dirty little secret, her forbidden desire, her wildest dream
I want to be her everything, her nothing, her all
I want to be her walking cock-sleeve, her personal cum dumpster, her object of pleasure