Sunday, 20 August 2017

A Member to Fondly Remember

You liked what you played with,
And was always up to give,
We were good as a pair
As we always did share.
I liked you playing with me,
You were a source of ecstasy;
Your massaging fondling
Was sexually pleasing.

You liked being up above,
Expressing your intimate love,
I enjoyed the loving ride
While feeling your behind.
I remember our sexual pleasure
Which I will always treasure.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

You Are My Desire While I Am On Fire

Am I passionately on fire,
Heating up your desire;
You were deeply sensual
With being highly sexual.

I am now on the pull,
And am seeking you,
But you hide and stall
Still feeling blue with a woo.

You were great in the bedroom,
And were I to be your groom,
I would treat you ever so nice
Honouring you becoming my wife.

You can reap my masculinity
With a loving sensitivity,
And I will seek your femininity
With a degree of popularity.

You are studied and learned,
So put to bed that I’m off my head,
I am tame and like honour in I name
And am no-longer feeling insane.


© Andrew Stevenson  20/08/2017

Heavenly Bound

Are you prone to feeling alone,
And do you read what I have sown,
Then get back together with me
And experience our serenity.

We shared a lot of our life,
And now I’d like you as my wife,
I passionately love you very so
And my love does grow and grow.

You were to me a sensation
Adhering to sexual supplication;
I loved you in the bedroom
Where you blossomed in bloom.

I loved your beautiful flower,
Which had a wonderful power
Over me experiencing tranquillity
While licking your petals gently.

You were ripe for plucking,
And while I loved fucking,
I also liked your foreplay
Sending tingles my way.

You were a palatable taste
And had graceful grace,
And were I to see your face
I would be in a celestial place.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Hiding And Not Riding

Are you missing our courtship
And do you still offer a friendship;
I am now not mentally sick.

We could get intimately back together:
My love for you will not ever sever
As I will have this feeling forever.

How long will you respectfully hide –
It is like you have fallen and died,
Not currently enjoying our ride.

I used to be your confidant,
And you used to be reliant
In being sexually compliant.

We wanted a daughter and son,
And we were up for some fun
In a plus and sharing sum.

You were equal in the bedroom,
Both coming in respective tune
With a blooming bloom.

Your petals were heavenly
As I played with them gently,
Your coming was juicy.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Becoming Ill Was A Chill

You were an endless possibility
With your sexuality creativity,
I loved you acting playfully
With sensible sensitivity.

You were in tune how to play,
And were I with you today
I would hold you lovingly
Within the realms of longevity.

We both liked each other
As a respective lover,
We were always together
Braving mental stormy weather.

I became ill, a bitter-pill,
You braved this chilling chill
For a long, stormy duration
Seeking a sanely supplication.


© Andrew Stevenson 19/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Satisfied Being Gratified

I am missing your loving with giving,
We were always sharing with our pairing;
I loved just looking at you while staring
Not comparing as you were fully satisfying.

You would lap me up with a suck
With such a passion that my luck
Was in favour with this sexual behaviour -
That I hoped would never sever.

You fulfilled my need of a sexual greed,
And we both did respectfully heed
Loving fun while we lapped up foreplay
Before having our wicked way.

We would cuddle for a duration
Experiencing our loving segregation,
I had you on my own in my home
Not experiencing being alone.


© Andrew Stevenson 19/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 18 August 2017

Get In touch

Am I a bitter-pill to swallow,
But I’ll be devoid of sorrow
As I am feeling like a peach
And I am within reach.

You only have to phone,
Then you can come home,
As I am feeling alone
With feelings that have grown.

You were my saving saviour
And with respectable behaviour
I will humbly and modestly
Emulate you with a vulnerability.

I have bipolar, and you were ill,
We both had a psychotic condition,
But now I relax and chill
With a heavy sedation.

I want you back in the sack,
With feelings that don’t lack
Being endearing with believing
What you could be perceiving.


© Andrew Stevenson 18/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Being Hard On Myself

You were in my favourable favour
Adhering to sexual behaviour,
You were very appealing
In what you were revealing.

Hidden under the cover
Was a fantastic lover,
We both did discover
That we were good together.

You stole away my heart,
We were to hardly part
When we were sharing
Our respective pairing.

You were always caring,
And were very trusting,
You kept on believing
Despite mentally grieving.

I became bitterly ill,
Which gave you a chill,
I wasn’t to blame
For being that insane.


© Andrew Stevenson 17/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Guile Worthwhile

You were pleasantly pleasing
With what I was revealing,
You were a sight to remember
In seizing my respective member.

You used to massage with ease,
Your teasing was a breeze,
You were a breath of fresh air
Having a gentle and sincere care.

I used to like you in lingerie
While you used to play,
You would pleasurably
Act naughtily to me.

I would happily smile
At your smitten guile,
As I was fondly in your favour
Adhering to sexual behaviour.


© Andrew Stevenson 17/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Keep In touch

I liked you playing with me,
You were a source of ecstasy,
Your massaging fondling
Was very pleasing.

You were appealing
In what you were revealing;
You were very teasing
Which was sexually pleasing.

I loved your breasts swaying
While we were playing;
You were a source of ecstasy
Filling me happily with glee.

I liked you being lush,
I lusted over your bush,
Why don’t you keep in touch
As I am in a respectful rush.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Lover Of Each Other

To Clare, are you still aware
That I have a sincere care
To get back together
As a respective lover.

We were great in the sack
And I want you back,
You meant the world to me
And we were meant to be.

I loved our kissing and cuddling;
You were passionately endearing,
You were/are an inspiration
And I am sorry for our separation.

I have fond memories of you,
And would like to now pursue
Holding you in my arms -
Healing my suffering alms.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

I Was Inspired

Come back from whence you went
And open your arms for some loving;
You to me were heavenly sent
With you caring, sharing and giving.

You gave to me all that I desired,
I was greatly inspired,
I emulated your behaviour
Of which you did savour.

You were full of forgiveness
And had a loving essence,
You took care of my needs
And planted many seeds.

Your seeds grew within me
Blossoming and blooming,
Nourishing me deeply
With a modest grooming.

We were in tune in the bedroom
And like a bride and groom
We were to consume each other
As a respective lover and giver.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 14 August 2017

Sinning From The Beginning

You used to love my loving love,
Especially when you were up above,
I lusted over your luscious body
Swaying and bobbing before me.

We were both sexually appeasing,
Both of us pleasurably teasing
In what we were both revealing –
Which was passionately pleasing.

We used to laugh and smile
While not being in denial
Of our transgressing sinning
Of being sexual from the beginning.

I loved your femininity with fervour,
My masculinity was in your favour,
We adhered to respectable behaviour
Under the cover being a lover.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Persevering Pleasing

You were very meek,
A beautiful treat
Under the sheet.

Under the cover
I did discover
A passionate lover.

Going toe to toe
While going slow
With me on show.

I liked your sucking,
You were persevering
In your sultry pleasing.

You were a tease
A nice cool breeze
Blowing with ease.

You liked to lap-dance,
I was in a romantic trance
With you feeling my lance.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 11 August 2017

Peaceful Relations

We used to passionately kiss,
This was a sense of bliss;
You had a loving essence
Without any pretence.

We were rapturous
Under the cover,
Exciting being sensuous
As an experienced lover.

You did fondle to please,
With a sense of ease,
Your blowing was a breeze
Of fresh air to my pair.

Are you now being fair
In not revealing a care,
We had a lot to share
While living for giving.

You are at home hiding,
And thus, still teasing
As I desire you enormously
As you were my tranquillity.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Praise Your Glory

You were gracious
In being glorious,
I am a respectful fan
Liking you with a tan.

You were a cool breeze
Blowing with ease;
You were a tease
In how you did please.

I was always in luck
With you to fuck;
You were my desire
Lighting my internal fire.

I still love you so,
And I want you to know
That you are still aglow
As my size does grow.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Like Naturists

You were always up for fun,
Especially under the sun,
As out in wild nature
We did undress each other.

We were explicitly sexy,
And appealingly
You used to please
While feeling the breeze.

You had a sense of passion
And were a sensation,
It was like I was sedated
As we intimately mated.

We used to hide behind a tree,
Experiencing our ecstasy,
We were both full of glee
While feeling openly free.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.



I Long For Your Desire

I liked your long, fair hair,
And your pouted lips were bliss
You used to lovingly stare
During a passionate kiss.
You were a site to savour
Adhering to respectable behaviour;
I loved everything about you
With feelings still true.

I have the patience of a saint,
Am I being quaint,
Do you have the desire
To light up our fire
That is still warm within
Lusting over our sin.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

A sonnet.


Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Fondly Remember You

I loved you in the bedroom,
We were both in tune
To each other being a lover
Under the cover.

You used to impress
As you took off your dress,
I liked your lingerie –
A temptress at play.

You would fondle with ease,
Aiming to pleasurably please,
I would be in my element
At this palatable nourishment.

Your mouth was a pleasure
In a sucking endeavour,
You loved my member
I fondly remember.

You would mount me,
I would be full of glee,
At this ecstasy
Of being a we.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Dreamily I Desire You

You did sexually please
With a striptease;
I was in a trance
With your lap-dance

Shaking your wares
With lots of cares
Of your endeavour
For this treasure.

I lapped you up
When you did suck,
I was in luck
For a fuck.

You are celestial
Up on a pedestal
With me underneath
Not suffering grief.

I was happy with you,
My feelings are true,
Will you pursue me
For this dreamy glee.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/08/2017


Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 4 August 2017

A Soft Touch

To Clare, I liked your fair hair,
I sometimes would just stare,
You would sometimes blush
When revealing your bush.

You would smother me
With your tranquillity,
Moving ever so slow
With an illuminating glow.

You were a sight to see,
A vision of beauty,
Attractive and pretty -
Supplementary to me.

Your breasts would sway
Amply while out at play
To entice me into reciprocation
Of a tantalising bodily motion.

You were respectfully sacred
While you were naked,
I would praise you immensely
As you would tease and please me.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Stressing Undressing

Do you feel my heart–beat,
My palpitations are full of you,
From my head down to my feet
I am down, feeling blue.

I am in a rush to see you blush
When you reveal to me your bush,
You are meek when you seek
To tickle my feet when we meet.

We loved massaging
And thus relieving
What you were seething
About me not believing.

You used to visit me,
We had a lot to say,
You were subliminally
Enticing me to play.

You used to wear a dress,
This was to impress
Me with more and not less
Then we used to transgress.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

I Lust Over Your Love

I loved your lust
And also your bust,
You was lush
With a bush.

With a push
I will deal
With a rush
Of how you feel.

You tantalisingly teased
That greatly pleased,
I loved your patience
Of perseverance.

You was a delight,
And with my might
I will have a gripe
Of my plight
Of not having you in my sight.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Fondly Remembering

Am I feeble and weak
For wanting you back,
You was a delicious treat -
Especially in the sack.

We were in tune with each other
As we played together,
You generously lavished me
With loving sensibility.

I loved you being hot,
Times not forgot,
You heated me up
With how you suck.

I remember you fondly,
You were my tranquility,
We had a close friendship
Throughout our courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 29 July 2017

Belong In The Throng Of Loving

Are you the source of my obsession;
You could teach me a lesson
About how we commit transgression
Within a Biblical publication.

You were my one and all,
Will you heed this respective call
Not to stall for I am pensive
To you being apprehensive.

You are a great teacher
Respecting a preacher,
Do you now seek to take a peek
At the blessings you might reap.

I am honest and just
And adhering is a must
As I am a person to trust -
And one to mount with a thrust.

Enjoy the ride and do not hide
From us meeting inside
Hospital, which is not regrettable
As we were both humble and gentle.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017


Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Perceive To Grieve

While you are sleeping,
Are you still keeping
Your dreams of me
Fulfilling your destiny.

We were made for each other
And to each other a lover -
I discover under the cover
That you are a respectful lover.

Do you sway my way of play
Or will you rot and decay,
I will fulfil your needs
With a multitude of seeds.

We could conceive to believe
That to hold our heart on our sleeve
Is not to grieve as we perceive
To pursue a mindful renew.

Offspring could bring a sing
a long song of worldly belong
To remain in the respectful throng
Of helping the poor get along.

You used to stick to me like glue
And to you I'd like to pursue
With fresh feelings anew
To influence you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Heavenly Sent

You weren't in shock
With my buzzing love;
We shared and cared a lot
While both looking above.

We were in earthly heaven,
You was a pleasant haven,
We was enjoying each other
With both being a lover.

You were great under the cover,
And was surprising to discover
That I was passionate in us being
Together with pleasure - worth seeing.

Seeing is believing
And with pleasuring
We were endearing
In how we was caring.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Being Laid Bare Is Fair

Don't let me down, Clare,
As I know you are fair
In having a personal care
Of my all being laid bare.

You was lovely naked
A blessing that was sacred
To me, and respectfully
I will adhere faithfully.

You was pleasing in the sack
And I want you back
As your touch is a must
To my impending thrust.

I wasn't demanding with your time,
And expressed myself in rhyme,
You were pleasantly sublime
And was expressively kind.

I miss and love you so,
And my love does sow
A seed or two your way
So you come out to play.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Beautiful Sight

Clare, are you still single,
And do you have any interest,
You used to make me tingle
With how you felt my chest.

I loved what you thought best
And was lovingly under arrest
With your loving supervision
Seeking my gratification.

You were a generous lover
Especially under the cover,
You satisfied my need
With considerable greed.

You was fair with being a pair,
And had a need to share a care,
You was righteous with integrity -
A beautiful site to see.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Guile Worthwhile

I cheer with you being dear,
And raise my pint glass
To you being a respectful lass
Amongst a class to adhere.

You teach without a breach
Of being humbly trustworthy -
A nobel character to preach
That you are within reach.

You help the vulnerable
In your respective class;
They can be humble
In adhering to a task.

Your patience does last
Evidenced throughout your past
Of my being a blast
In being in your bask.

I want you back in the sack,
Where you don't lack
Tact and guile worthwhile
To my lustful smile.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 19/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

A Sucker For Love

You are still teasing
By not revealing
Your sweet-self
In good health.

You were pleasing
In satisfying
With a pacifying
To my gratification.

I am held in suspension
And without any pretention
I will steer in your direction
Not to sway anothers' way.

Will you come out to play,
It will be a brighter day
As I am now not insane
And like honour in I name.

'You are big' you once said
While appeasing in the bed,
I wasn't off my head
As I reciprocated.

Am I sedated with what I've related,
I have respectfully waited
And only to you do I belong
And have been so for so long.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

True To My Word

We had a good friendship
Throughout our courtship;
You were current and hip
While I was a sinking ship.

I sank to depths of despair
A hidden trauma you wasn't aware,
But you didn't stand and stare
As you had a loving care.

I got wrapped up in myself
Suffering this ill-health,
But my love still goes on
Despite you being gone.

I liked you in a skirt
And you liked me in a shirt;
We both did intimately flirt
With each other as a lover.

We were good together,
And for my forever
I will lust over you
With feelings so true.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Good Mourning

Good morning, Clare,
Do you still care
To say goodnight
While in my sight.

Our sincere friendship
Throughout our courtship,
Was a harmony to remember
As I have a prominent member.

Enjoy the joyful ride
And try not to hide
If you have a feeling
Of reciprocal healing.

I can make you feel worthy
A sincere testimony
Of wanting to respectfully be
With you humbly and modestly.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 17/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 16 July 2017

A Transgressing Blessing

I am mourning
A good morning
Within a friendship
Of our courtship.

You supplied
And gratified
What I satisfied
From your naked hide.

I enjoyed the ride,
That you did abide
With a thrusting rush
Of exposing your blush.

You were modest
And a temptress
And what was best -
Our Biblical transgress.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

A Suck Of Luck

I lapped up your loving,
You was very giving
In supplying
gratifying.

You was great in the sack,
Get back on track
With fondling my rack
And my sack.

You were voluptuous,
A sultry temptress
Giving more not less
In your digest.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Lustfully Lush

Will you fondle my desire,
And as I become higher
In integrity sanity
Will you come to be.

I am waiting patiently,
And respectfully
I will ultimately adhere
To you being my near and dear.

We can be together -
Never to sever,
You will always be a part
Of my loving heart.

Why don't you get in-touch,
And not blush for your lust,
As I am a member to remember
Of a clubbing endeavour.

You don't make me blush
When you reveal your tush,
I love you sexy bush
It is very lustfully lush.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Respectfully See You Getting Back With Me

Do you respectfully see
You getting back with me,
I would be full of glee
If this came to be.

You were sultry entrancing
With your sexual dancing,
I loved you being becoming
To my enchantment enhancing.

And while I like pursuing
You with a new beginning,
Do you still feel the same way
Of how you used to play.

I liked how you pleasured me,
I was in a state of ecstasy,
You were a site to respectfully
See that we were in tranquility.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Madly Missing You

The madness made me mad,
Missing you makes me sad,
I no longer am paranoid
As I fill you with this void.

I fight my battles with grit
And can give back shit:
I will protect you with wit
And will try not to get sick.

I used to suffer stress
But now I have less,
You are the best -
I no-longer transgress.

I rationalize my sanity
With sane sincerity,
Am I really free to see
You come back to me.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017


Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

An endeavour Of Pleasure

Are you interested in how I am,
My affairs are spick and spam;
My ink flows with some prose
Of how my loving grows.

I have a stack of pages
Written throughout the ages,
Of my honourable intentions
Revealed with many mentions.

Could you come to be the one for me,
We could live a life of ecstasy,
Parading naked in front of each other
With each of us being a lover.

Such thoughts and dreams I keep,
As I remember you under the sheet -
A temptress so humble and meek
Warming my body with your heat.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 8 July 2017

A Sack Race With Pace

I am waiting for a response from you,
In anticipation I am feeling blue,
And am humbly and modestly ready
To go respectfully steady.

I will adhere to your feeling
That you now hide without revealing
Of your lascivious teasing
Which was pleasantly pleasing.

You were sexy and sultry in the sack,
And I am now pining to get you back;
You are a model of some modesty
Not seeking ample popularity.

I like your intentions from the past,
And these will frustratingly last
In my mind, as I remember you in-kind
Conversing with my time in rhyme.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Will Adhere To You Being Sincere

I can remember you being glad
When you was in-front of me
Scantily-clad, and being bad
We had relations of being a we.

You were sleek as well as meek,
And a treat under the sheet,
As you did heat up my attention
With expressive supplication.

Your desire was passionately on fire -
Steaming I was beaming becoming higher;
Picture my body in a brush-stroke fashion
And we will come together in unison.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 7 July 2017

I Long For You

You are meek, and I'd like to treat
You to something to drink and eat,
Don't stare down at your feet
Feeling the heat from what you seek.

I am bulging with masculinity
Over your lascivious femininity,
You are attractive and pretty
And humorous with being witty.

I love your beautiful-self
And with all of my wealth
I will respectfully spoil you
With pleasures to renew.

I love your form, and would bet
That you are not a threat
To my being on the internet
Expressively expressing my regret.

I wasn't sane and able, yet while stable
I will summons beginnings being amiable,
And with etiquette and chivalry
I will exist with you to be.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Belong In A Throng

I am fond of creating a bond
With boundless possibilities,
As a girlfriend can belong
Within this realm of sensibilities.

We can share our loving together
And can reap to keep under the sheet,
And come what may, you'll be my partner
Teasing with pleasing with our heat.

I burn with desire for you
And am aflame in needless pain
As we are singularly not two
And you restrain with this gain.

I lust over your shapely bust
And belong in the throng
Of liking a revealing thong
Which can conceal a shapely bush.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

A Member To Remember

You are a rush, and with a push
I will lead you to what's lush,
And with lust I will arrest
What's under your dress.

Comfort me with your ample bosom
And let me bloom and blossom
In growing with pursuing
A grooming of what's looming.

Are you in tune with how I feel
While revealing what is real,
What is up and down you can handle
As you make my tingle with this fondle.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

A Prophecy Of She And Me

Clare, when I am all laid bare
Will you have a personal care
To gently and passionately tease
As you move with ease to please.

You are sultry in you moves
And I like your body grooves,
You are a sexual temptress
In knowing what's the best.

Will you put me under arrest
By lying on my muscly chest,
I will no longer be in pain
As you lovingly restrain.

Being meek is what I seek
And with a bleat like a sheep
I will keep what I reap
From yourself so passionately sweet.

Will you satisfy what I gratify -
A loving wink of your eye
To express what is a blessing
Of what I am stressing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Don't Hide From Our Ride

Clare take a peek
At what I have to reap -
Sweet loving for me to keep
While under a satin sheet.

Do you see sexual ecstasy
In coming to be with me;
You sway in a teasing way
When you come out to play.

Gyrate up against my muscle
And I will unfasten my buckle
And enjoy what I don't hide -
A respectable size to ride.

You will always be above me
Lapping up and down in glee,
A loving member now set free
Will fill you with capability.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/07/2017

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Monday, 3 July 2017

On Show With A Glow

The garden of Eden might have been plush
With a variant and different bush,
Eve might have have been on site
With God's nurturing might.

Eve was the apple of Adam's eye,
A temptress to digest what is best,
And Adam didn't wonder why to try
A fruitful of Eve's sense without deny.

They became clever from this endeavour
But they later had to ultimately weather
God's anger, wrath and scorn
At their thinking of themselves as porn.

In their teasing appeasing in believing
They are on show, going toe to toe
In deceiving with their sinning
From their knowledgeable know.

Adam was flushing and blushing
At what Eve was revealing,
And she duly covered herself
With a dangling, loose leaf.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Caring Staring

I beg you pardon, Clare,
As you are rationally fair
Comparing us being a pair.

Is being hard on your mind,
As you will find in kind
That I too can be blind.

Blinded by gushing air
Blowing across you hair
Covering your stare.

Remember me fondly
And I will lasciviously
Lap you up fruitfully.

Dance to my passionate pleasure,
And this endeavour will uncover
Me as a lover of each other.

You can be the sultriest;
Being the temptress of bliss -
And I will offer you a kiss.

You are lush with pride
And at the moment hide
Instead of enjoying the ride.

Am I on top of your agenda
For what you can remember -
Cuddling to keep warm in december.

Are you undercover as another lover,
I hope I won't painfully discover
This parting of one another.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Sup What Is Up

Don't you want to take a hold
Of what I have to unfold,
As I am told that I am bold.

Sneak a peek under my sheet
And bleat what I keep and reap
The heat of what I seep.

I cry over you; feeling blue
Is faithfully being true
Of my feelings to renew.

I am prone at my ample home
To feeling rejected and alone -
Why don't you phone.

I remember our fun and laughter,
Of sharing our being together
Which will last for my forever.

I will pull out with pout lips,
And tongue drip you in sips,
A kiss in bliss in-between your hips.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Depths Of Desire

To Clare, I like your hair
When you are laid bare,
I have a personal care
Of being rationally fair.

Mother Nature can grow a bush
That can become so lush
With petals like a tush
Bringing to me a rush.

I am rushing to your trusting
Hand over me thrusting
With a passionate fire
Of burning and yearning desire.

Entwine me in your pleasure
And I will come whatever
Your endeavour to weather
Or respectfully treasure.

I'll be a member of your cause
And with hands like oars
I will float your boat
With a flooding gloat.

I have pride and don't hide
What I have inside is wide,
And with lascivious teasing
I will be subtly revealing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Sunday, 2 July 2017

Teach And Preach

You are still the apple of my eye,
Your sweet-self I still ask why
You deny to try getting back
Into the sack where I am fat.

I have slim-pickings to pluck
But what I do have you suck;
And with a humble endeavour
I was in luck with this pleasure.

Am I conceited in being a member
Of your class coming to pass
Your sensibility of my vanity,
Teach me more I implore with my sanity.

I am sane, and refrain from the pain
Of being slain by you, as I am in two,
Decapitated into indecisive affray
Or coming out to play with a say.

Silence my voice with your sexy kiss,
And I will remember this bliss
Of a gratifying courtship session
Coming from you teaching me a lesson.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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I Trust In Your Thrust

You was lascivious in a loving way,
Experimenting in sexual play,
Come back my way and remember
How I had a prominent member.

You used to tease with ease,
I was cool with this breeze;
You affected how I was to breathe -
Sucking in air was a sneeze.

Bless you I say, you are my princess,
I had more with you rather than less,
You new how to please my gratifaction
With your loving supplication.

Goose-pimples came to your touch,
And with a throbbing thrust
I will stand firm, to learn
What it is you discern from this turn.

Get in-touch with me, and we can be
Together in harmony, and you will see
Transparency in what I am to relate
Of laying in wait of a seeded debate.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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Saturday, 1 July 2017

My Second Coming

You play me like a celestial harp,
Plucking a fast beat to the heat
Of not being physically apart -
You sweep me from my feet.

A good note from your throat
Is appealing in what I'm revealing,
And you are not one to gloat
In sexually appeasing my pleasing.

You kept me in a sexual trance,
And I was willing to see you be
The master of I looming lance
Coming in a flooding sea.

Entice my mood with you femininity,
And I will reveal my masculinity,
An endeavour that you might treasure
Ahead of us coming together.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/06/2017

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Sunday, 25 June 2017

Is It In The Bag

I am prone to feeling an injury
From Clare not being with me,
She is hurting my respectful pride
While aching inside where I hide.

I am not myself, suffering
This ill-health, severing
My rational thinking
Of what she is denying.

I am trying to win you back
And to get you back in the sack
Where I don't lack my faculties
Of being communicative with necessities.

Will you come with me, and we can be
In a state of sexual sexuality,
And we can disregard the hard duplicity
Of your unwilling enthusiasm with our family.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

Thank you. Love shove, Andrew. Bye.

I Was Bigger And Better

I am honest with integrity,
And you will respectfully see
A committed lover to another
With True sincerity to offer.

Clare, I am humble and modest,
And under your superficial arrest
I can strive to be the utmost best
Offering you more rather than less.

You experienced my personal behaviour,
And know I fell in love with the Saviour,
Come hither and let's be together
To never sever from our forever.

My thoughts are locked up in my head,
I can still remember what you said,
About me being so big inside to abide
Of your wants and desires - a ride.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Saturday, 24 June 2017

In Denial Is A Trial

We have strong roots to build ourselves on,
And whatever high and low we sow upon
Others as sisters and brothers,
We can still share being lovers.
And under the satin covers
I'll smother you with love
And what was below is now above
As I push you into seeing with a shove.

We'll have a strong foundation
To appease our supplication,
And as I grow with the sow
My seeds will become needs
To know you will humbly blow
My trumpet that is on show.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Nigh.

The Burning Bush

You are my only desire,
I am passionately on fire
Feeling the heat of your beat
As your heart is mine to keep.

I will shout out loud like a town crier,
At how I love you with this eternal desire,
I lust over your body, and your posterior
Is supreme in me being keen in being dear.

I am not in a hush in loving a bush,
As Abraham set some fearsomely alight,
Beginnings now begun that are very lush
As I will supplicate you with all of my might.

Fight the gripe of not to wipe your sorrows away,
And come out to play in a humble and modest way,
I want to come and go with new times begun
And to share my life with you believing in the Son.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Thursday, 30 March 2017

Be Cheeky

I am feeling very blue without you,
You light up my day in a nice way,
My heart through and through
Will not stray another's way.

I like it when you face is alight -
Your smile leads me astray,
Be with me through the day and night
And be feminine in your playing way.

Your charm is full of wisdom
And your knowledge is a delight
I like feeling your sexy bum -
It is a site of cheeky might.

Sometimes you can be down
And be wrapped up in yourself
And I can be a fooling clown
Suffering negatively from your health.

Bear with me at times my love,
And we can share each other together
Look up to the heavenly heavens above,
And dream of living for our forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017

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Wednesday, 22 March 2017

A Calling

I awake and ache to take her in my arms -
But I will have to suffer like suffering alms.
I gaze wantonly and smoother her with my imagination
And ponder in wonder at her waking supplication.

She eventually opens her eyes - a nice surprise -
And instantly weighs up my body for size;
As it presses gently, teasing her to grasp the moment
And to reciprocate in provocative movement.

Gyrate up against I, and move to a sexual groove,
And massage I sensually and lovingly to sooth
My yearning for your turning to loving embraces -
As I slowly undue your night-dresses laces.

Feel my chest as I fondle yours with a sensitive touch,
And addressing your blessing of caring is a must -
Watch me favourably frown to your lascivious
Teasing of moving to the grooving of lust.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

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Saturday, 11 March 2017

Playing

She has a comfort which I embrace,
Along with a beautiful face;
She has love which I adore -
Like a classical music score.

I love to play with her lying there
With sincere and gentle loving care;
And caress her every groove
As my fingers joyfully move.

As I trace her lace,
And feel at a slow pace,
To turn I sexually on
With sensational fun.

Let's suspect each curve
And pat down with nerve
As I'll lock you gently away
To be mischievous in play.

Fondle with intrigue and wonder
And let your hands wander,
And drop whats in the way
To see it bob and sway.

Take my member in your hand
And swallow it grand,
Then caress it's every bulge
As it grows huge.

Strip and tease I with you expertise -
As each garment comes off with ease;
As you go sensually slow
We'll go toe to toe and blow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Tease With Ease

She's by my side, a lingerie sensation,
A site to see by others, and a frustration,
As she sways her curves - appealing,
In what they are tantalisingly revealing.

She is sexy in flirtation, and a charm to behold,
And wears expensive diamonds and gold,
And is indeed a treasure to embrace,
Much to the smile on my face.

And as I wine and dine this girl so fine,
I am reminded how she is mine,
Reminiscing the kissing and hugging
And passionate loving and dancing.

Yes, we love indiscriminately -
A testimony to transverse intellectually,
As to love so dear, she does adhere
To shedding a joyful tear.

A hug here, a kiss there, and fair is her hair
To stroke and glide my hand up and down,
Wearing on my countenance a frown
While passionately giving a care to dropping her gown.

Striptease with ease, and feel the breeze
As I stoke and fondle to please,
Shake you curves to my satisfaction
And I shall shake mine to your frustration.

Lie down and I'll cover you with myself
And shower you with  loving wealth.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 6 March 2017

Will He

Sarah woke up, it was the morning after from the night before, and she was hungover, feeling instantly groggy as soon as she opened her eyes. Peter's arms were wrapped around her, she had only met him the night before at the club. She shared a taxi home with him, and here he was - tucked up next to her! She enjoyed his embrace, and felt goosebumps over her skin. She snuggled into him, causing him to stir.

'You're beautiful,' Peter stated as he pushed himself against her. She felt him, but would not act upon it. She had a headache, and needed some pills!

'Thank you. And you're handsome. I enjoyed last night,' she whispered in his ear. But I'm not feeling to well. I'm enjoying your company though! Do you want a shower to freshen up? I know I do.' She got up, naked still, and casually strolled out of the room.

Peter pondered after her, and got out of bed to join her in the shower. He opened the door, and felt aroused instantly. They caressed each others bodies, and lapped up some erotic passion. The shower had done her the world of good, and she now felt a little better. She succumbed to his charms, and they had intercourse. She felt loved, and liked him feeling her in such a passionate and gentle way. She groaned in satisfaction, and was pleased with Peter's manoeuvres. She felt lustful, and was receptive to his touching, reciprocating in kind. He liked the feeling, and told her so.

Ten minutes later, they were drying themselves with towels. Peter stared at her naked form, appreciating her beauty. He playfully slapped her bottom, causing her to squeal in delight!

'Naughty. You're very manly,' she said as she smiled, liking his muscular body. Peter was a good catch, he had his own house and had a good job that paid well. He dressed smartly and had expensive jewellery on. She liked his style, and had instantly been attracted to him. She usually didn't do one night stands, and hoped he'd see her again. She felt tingles all over, exposing herself to him.

'You drank a lot last night.' Peter stated, 'and I enjoyed your company. You're a good dancer, much better than me!'

'Girls are usually better dancers than the boys, we get up on the dance floor more!'

They both left the room, and went to get dressed in the bedroom. They went downstairs, and Sarah put the kettle on to make some tea.

'Do you want some breakfast?' Sarah asked, wanting breakfast herself. She had a curvaceous figure, with an appetite to suit her size! 'I'm cooking a breakfast for myself.'

'Yes, go on then. I'll have a cooked breakfast. Sarah proceeded to make the meal while Peter took in the style of the room: There was an expensive oak, fitted kitchen, that looked expensive; the furnishing were modest, and he appreciated it. He sat down on a chair, and tucked himself in under the table. He stared at her, she was beautiful, attractive and pretty, and he thought she was really sexy. She had worn a dress last night, that had hugged her body tight, revealing her gorgeous figure. She now had  sweat pants on and a top, homely attire. She had luscious lips, and he wanted to go and kiss her there and then, but he'd wait, she was flowing with preparing breakfast. He hadn't eaten since yesterday tea time, and now felt extremely hungry!

Soon breakfast was ready, and they both tucked into the hearty meal! It was soon finished, and Peter phoned a taxi to go home.

'You're going so soon. It's Sunday. What have you got to do today?'

'I've got things to do and people to see. I go to my parents on a Sunday afternoon.'

'You will see me again won't you?'

'Of course I will,' he lied;  he often bedded beautiful women, and had no  intentions of settling down any time soon. He heard the taxi outside, and gave her a passionate kiss, exploring variants and differences in technique. He's loved her, and would now leave her, knowing she'll be waiting for him to call! He left regardless, and felt no shame.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/03/2017

A five hundred word short story.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.