I Want To Bathe With You In Nirvana

Wishing,
just wishing…
we lived closer…

Wishing my tongue
would be inside your mouth.
Playfully lapping with yours.

Wishing my finger
could dip into your pussy
then I could taste you on it.

Wishing my dick
could stretch you open…
mouth, pussy and ass.

Wishing my girth
could make you writhe in ecstasy.
Now, I’m really wishing…

Wishing my hands
could massage you everywhere
and anywhere you desire.

Wishing my cum
could stream inside you,
mouth, pussy and ass.

Wishing your cum
could squirt all over me,
then I’d spread it ll over me!

Wishing my sweaty balls
could be licked and sucked on
by you so playfully.

Wishing you to rip my belt off
and buckle it around my neck.
And with firmness,

you command me to do
whatever you want me to do.
And I would be obedient.

Wishing I could slap
your firm ass, spread them,
and drive myself inside you.

So, as I write this…
merely wishing…
merely hoping…

Vanity waves it’s finger in my face,
screaming, “wake up, Danny boy!”
And I slump into sexual frustration.

Sweet? Sweeter than you thought!
Unlike my youth, a sexless existence now,
I want that fresh, youthful joy again!

I want something, nay, someone,
to blow the dust off my heart,
to revive me sexually.

I don’t need love anymore.
I just want to be touched like I used to be.
To be bathing in nirvana again.

I vainly wish, hope, and desire
to meet whoever you are someday,
and wishing soon…