FUCKING JEREMY

Your eyes tell me your hungry
for what I've always given willingly.

You don't have to say a word.

You just kiss me, strip down,
and lay on the bed
where my tongue makes you wet.

The sounds that you make
get me hard;
want to fuck you.

The rubber tries to make me soft,
but your asshole won't allow it...

Even with the condom on,
the squeeze of you - as I push deep inside of you
lets me know I belong there.

When you are ready for motion:
I thrust,
loving the sounds you make,
loving the feel of you,
love knowing my thick dick makes you cum more than once.

I love watching my cock moving inside you.

When this becomes too much,
I take you on your back,
Legs wrapped around me...

You're feverish with pleasure;
You spark at every touch,
as I thrust, kiss your neck,
you writhe beneath me,
moan,
combust.

And I'm not the only one fucking you today...

Doesn't matter when you cum this way...

I can't deny you...

I can't goodbye you...

I can't betray (stop fucking) you.


Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 3, 2006

for Jeremy Merklinger

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