Pleasure delayer

As my feet touch the hot water,

I know I am in for the pain.

I see you before me ready, waiting,

such a look from your eyes.

Slowly you undress before me,

I can’t take it, hard I become.

As I reach for myself you stop me,

“let me”, you say as you go down.

I feel your tongue all around me,

a fantasy right before my eyes.

Clinging to each move you make,

spinning downward into heaven.

I die for your kiss so deep,

softly stroking what I am.

A deadly kiss so inviting,

ripping my will to move at all.

You scratch my chest drawing blood,

hurting me so good, having me your way.

All control is lost, I am going to burst,

you stop right before, a delay in my pleasure.

You know me more than I could expect,

hurting me so good with your control.

My heart is about to stop, in peace I die,

in your sex my lust in a masturbation vision with you.











Johnny Newell