Monday, 25 September 2017

Worthy Of A Mention

You were quite intimate
When you were my chick,
You were sexually loving
With giving and caring.
You pleased with fondling
And kissing and hugging.
You were a sexual sensation
Worthy of a poetic mention.

I still have feelings to renew
And would love to say ‘I do’,
I would walk down the aisle
With a smile worthwhile.
We could share our forever
Spending our time together.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Fit Chick

You were sultrily erotic
While being sexually fit,
You to me were a hit
When you were my chick.
You were undercover
As my sexual lover
So your strict mother
Did not discover.

We shared a chemistry
Of having a vulnerability,
As we had both been mental
Which proved to be detrimental.
I liked you on either arm
With your sexual loving charm.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Seeking Thee

I am full of energy,
And need a release,
You were my honey
But now you cease
To exist in my midst,
Are you in the mist
And do not see
Me acting lovingly.

I am no-longer mad
Acting insanely bad,
I was a threat to myself
While suffering ill-health.
But now I am happily happy
Seeking thee to be with me.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Discover Your Other

You came out to play
From being in decay,
As your significant other
Wasn’t a pleasing lover.
You came to be with me
Because of his insensibility.
He couldn’t perform sexually
As through time he lost the ability.

You were a tranquil blessing
While turning up the heat,
I am thus wisely stressing
That you were a treat.
Under the silk cover
You were a great lover.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Cheekily Cheeky

You were cheekily cheeky
When you were my honey;
I liked your shapely posterior
With respectable fervour.
You used to flash to me
You sexy, bushy pussy;
I would take the chance
Of some loving romance.

We were both quite hot
With having relations a lot,
We were both sexually giving
Making a good pairing.
Can’t you consider coming back
To some fine loving in the sack.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Chick Who Is Fit

Clare used to be my chick,
I liked her within my arms,
She was sexually fit
With feminine charms.
She fulfilled my greed
Of a sexual need
Of planting my seed
In her receptive flower.

You did passionately savour
My sexual behaviour,
You loved my long member
With an agreeable fervour.
Could you be my wife
Sharing our loving life.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

We Loved Each Other So

We were both intimately
Feeling while passionately
Revealing how we are feeling,
Our fondling was rewarding
As we were both pleasing
With appeasing teasing,
We were great in the sack
Where I now want you back.

I loved your sexual loving,
You were very giving
Which was gratifying –
You were pacifying.
You fed your sexual need
With considerable greed.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

A Blessing Undressing

You were heavenly blessed
While being undressed,
I liked your naked body
It was a source of ecstasy;
I liked seeing your posterior
When I was in your favour
For some sexual behaviour;
Your breasts were a treat

When you turned up the heat;
You used to play with my meat
Keeping me sexually sweet.
Could we meet and greet.
I am glad that I pulled you
Experiencing a love so true.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Grow With Slow

Go pleasurably slow
And watch it grow,
Fondle to please
And sexually tease.
Handle with care
My all laid bare;
Be gentle and loving
While sharing and giving.

Enjoy the flow
Of how I sow
Poetry your way
To entice you to play.
I remember you fondly
Despite my mentality.


© Andrew Stevenson 19/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Hope For Tomorrow

I’ll give you all the loving I’ve got
As you were sultrily and sexually hot;
My sweet times with you are not forgot
As you were sublime under the cover –
A sensual and sensational lover.
I loved experiencing your sweet-self,
You nurtured me into sexual-health
With loving which was my wealth.

I wasn’t poor in spirit as I was with it,
And I thought you were sexually fit.
I was sexually in tune in the bedroom,
Not bringing you gloom by coming too soon.
I dream and hope for a better tomorrow
Devoid of heart-break and sorrow.


© Andrew Stevenson 18/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Where Is Your Loving Care

You were semblable to me,
We both had respectability,
I treated you with sincerity
Which made you happy.
You were my loving Angel
Helping when I was unwell;
You were a tranquil blessing
With how I was stressing.

I am a frustrated lover
As my significant other
Is yet again to discover
Me under the cover.
Where are you Clare,
With your loving care.


© Andrew Stevenson 17/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Remember My Member

I gave you everything I had
And that made you glad,
You reciprocated in kind
By giving me your time;
I loved your loving loving
As you were very giving;
You were always caring –
We made a good pairing.

You used to be intimate
And was very passionate,
Your sexual appetite
I fed with all of my might.
Remember my member
That you loved with fervour.


© Andrew Stevenson 16/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 15 September 2017

Not Forgot As You Were Hot

You are not forgot
As you were hot,
Your pretty face
I thought to be ace.
You were saucy
And very sexy;
Pleasingly and pleasurably
Be intimate with me.

We have happy memories
Of being sexually active,
We were both a tease,
Which was attractive.
I am patiently waiting
Which is frustrating.


© Andrew Stevenson 15/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Sweet Pleasures

You were pleasing
With pleasuring,
Your fondling
Was amazing.
Your teasing
Was appealing.
You had zeal
With sex appeal.

I was happy
And gladly
I say to thee
Come back to me.
We were heavenly
Sharing tranquillity.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Play Wearing A Negligee

You used to wear a negligee
While having our wicked way,
I could pleasingly see through it
And lusted over you being fit.
Your revealing was pleasing
For my lustful lusting,
You would fondle with pleasure
With me liking this endeavour.

I would massage your body
Which felt heavenly,
I lusted over your curves
And your appreciative purrs.
Are you remembering me
Being your sexual serenity.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Feeling Blue Missing You

I am missing our kissing,
Hugging with lots of loving,
You were mesmerising
With your giving and caring.
We shared a good history
Full of sincere sincerity.

You used to impress
While you did undress,
Down came your dress
Revealing your lingerie –
Temptation coming into play
I would have my wicked way.

You would intimately tease
Which would sexily please,
Your pleasuring by fondling
Was extremely tantalising.
I had a lustful lust
Over your bust and bush.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Sweet Treat

You were sweet,
Could we meet,
I would greet
You with etiquette.
I am not a threat
As my humble life
Is free of hostile strife –
Could you be my wife.

I cut myself up
As my life did suck,
I was out of luck
Without you to fuck.
We were good in the sack
Where I now want you back.


© Andrew Stevenson 12/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 11 September 2017

Truthful Lusting

Your sexual love did flow
When you were going slow,
Then there would be a need
To pick up your speed.
You did heed with greed
To feed on my planted seed,
As your flower did devour
My respective member.

We liked fooling around
While both feeling sound,
We lapped each other up
With a lick, suck and fuck.
I fondly remember you
With a lusting so true.


© Andrew Stevenson 11/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 10 September 2017

I Reach For A Peach

Could you be within reach
As I am pining for dining
Your sweet-self – a peach,
As I am still loving
Your hugging and kissing,
That I am missing.
I am suffering alms
Not having you in my arms.

You lapped me up from above,
I loved this pleasing love,
You also got underneath me
While I performed sexually.
We were both good lovers
While being under the covers.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Be My Life As My Wife

You were my peace and harmony,
A source of tranquil tranquillity,
Will you respectfully come to be
Experiencing life happily in glee
By getting lovingly back with me.
You were gentle and sweet
And a treat under the sheet
Where you turned up the heat.

I loved your passion for life,
Could you come to be my wife,
I am not experiencing any strife
And am mentally feeling sane
But suffering a little pain
As as of yet I haven’t got you to gain.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 9 September 2017

You Were Hot Which Is Not Forgot

You were sexually hot,
I liked feeling your but,
Your breasts swayed
While I played.
You bushy bush
Was sexily lush,
A crop not forgot
By the ticking clock.

Could you be mine
Until the end of our time,
A lady refined and kind
Who I will express in rhyme.
We were sublime together
Sharing our stormy weather.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Think Twice

I would think twice
Before acting like ice
As I offer something nice –
For you to be my wife.
I still think about you
And am glad that I do,
Your giving with loving
Was extremely pleasing.

I was not myself
Suffering ill-health,
I’m sorry we split,
My life is now shit.
We were both discerning
And humbly endearing.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Foxy Lady

I found you sexy,
You were foxy,
I thought you sweet –
A palatable treat.
I liked your heat
Under the sheet,
You were very giving
While love making.

I am searching
For a new beginning,
I am not sinning
As I am caring.
We were respectable
With both being amiable.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 8 September 2017

I Am Lusting Over You

You were healthy and fit,
I liked you being my chick,
I was proud with you on my arm
Keeping me from most harm.

You used to look after me
With a pleasing sensitivity,
As I wasn’t sane mentally
Being psychotic occasionally.

You were giving with loving
And I was sexually lusting
Convexly and concavely
Over your beautiful body.

You were a bounty to behold
Worth more than any gold,
We made a good pairing
Both being intimately caring.


© Andrew Stevenson 08/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Frolicking Around

We enjoyed walking
While pleasantly talking,
We used to wonder
And also ponder
About Mother Nature
In all her splendour.
We were together
Regardless of weather.

You were enchanting
With your naked dancing
While hiding behind a bush
Revealing what was lush.
I was fondly in my element
With this outdoor appeasement.


© Andrew Stevenson 07/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Am Waiting

You are frustrating
Keeping me waiting,
I am in suspense
Of an appearance,
As its been a while
Since I saw your smile.
You have a beauty
That is sultrily sexy.

You loved me endlessly,
You were my serenity,
Could you come to be
Intimately back with me.
We were sexily free
Experiencing tranquillity.


© Andrew Stevenson 06/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Back In The Sack

I long to see you in a thong
In my home where you belong,
You used to dress to impress
And was sexily blessed.

I loved you in lingerie
When you did lovingly play,
You were very fit and chic
And I liked you being my chick.

I loved you on my arm
Keeping me from harm
To my respectful-self
When suffering ill-health.

I was always sexually-sane,
Being on track in the sack,
There I did not lack –
With a member long and fat.


© Andrew Stevenson 06/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Where Are You

I am still dreaming
Of your sweet-self,
Are you searching
In quite stealth.
I am reaching
And preaching
Of us seeing
Each other.

You were a great lover
I did sexily discover
While under the cover.
You had a passion
Of giving me attention
Worthy of a mention.


© Andrew Stevenson 05/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 4 September 2017

Heed A Seed With Greed

You were my one and only,
And with ability I will sensibly
Seek thee to sexually
Come back to being with me.
Your loving with giving
Was lovingly pleasing.
I loved you being lovable,
Personable and amiable.

Clare loved me with a passion,
She was a likeable sensation,
We both had a loving supplication
Without any complication.
She used to heed me with greed
And feed me with many a seed.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

You Promised To Love Me Endlessly

I would like you to wed,
And take you back to bed –
Sexily play with my head
And adhere to what you said.
You promised me loving
With giving and sharing,
I will hold you up to that
Now I am alone at my flat.

I was in a bitter relationship
Full of insincere courtship,
Sophie wasn’t like you –  hip,
She was sick with stick.
Clare, we were meant to be
Not suffering insanity.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fit And Chic

You were sexily chic
In how you did dress,
I liked you being fit,
You used to impress.
I loved you in lingerie
While having my way,
You were very loving
And caring and giving.

I was in your happy favour
With my sexual behaviour,
I turned you on with pleasure
And I was your treasure.
Will you come intimately back
To lovingly empty my sack.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Palatable Treat

You were sweet –
A palatable treat.
Your flavour
I did savour.

I used to digest
You being the best,
You were filling
With sensual loving.

A tasty dish indeed
To feed me with greed,
But you are going slow
With words that grow.

I have a need
To plant my seed,
You have a flower
That I’d like to shower.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tact And Guile Worthwhile

Are you still in loving denial,
I will use tact and guile
To make you happily smile;
You are a worthwhile trial
Of my respective patience.
You had a loving essence,
And I liked our cuddling
And kissing and fondling.

I am longing for you back,
You had a likeable izzat,
You didn’t treat me like crap –
I’m lusting for you in the sack.
We were sexually giving
With lovable loving.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Attractive Being Active

Do you still care,
Are you missing me,
I remember your hair
Which was bushy
Around your pussy,
A sight to see
Of perfect beauty –
Very sexy.

Your breasts swayed
While I played,
They were bouncy
And squashy.
I have fond memories
Of our sexual activities.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

I Lust Over Your Bush

I lusted over your body,
You were sensually
Pleasing with teasing
With your giving.
Your bush was lush
And I liked your bust;
You were lovable
And very likeable.

I loved our pleasure,
You were my leisure,
I relaxed in your company –
You were my serenity.
Could you come to be
Intimately back with me.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

You Were Fit And Hip

You were very fit,
I liked feeling a tit,
Your bushy flower
I did devour.
I loved your clit
It had the power
To pleasantly shower
Me with your essence.

You had elegance,
I was in a trance
With your radiance:
You glowed bright –
Leading me from plight –
A beacon sight delight.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Life Does Suck With Not Being Your Buck

I think of you and fondly remember
How you used to soak my member,
You were a treasure to savour.

At the present time you hide
Not enjoying a lustful ride
With a sea of a flowing tide.

Rivers gushed with pleasure,
I rushed from this endeavour
And hoped to never sever.

I lapped you up with fervour
Always being in your favour
With my sexual behaviour.

You were hot under the sheet,
Memories that don’t deplete,
You were a tasty treat.

My sexual life does suck
As I am out of lustful luck
Without you to lick and fuck.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

Free To See Openly

I am longing to be your desire,
Of your loving I will never tire,
I loved the power of your flower
Which I always did lovingly devour;
Your petals were very lush
And overhead the perfect bush:
I was never ever in a rush
While playfully playing with lust.

You were a remedy to my insanity,
But crazily I wanted to be free,
Not being my normal-self
Suffering this damnable health.
Could you come back and see
How I am lusting over you sexually.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sexually On Fire

I was sexually on fire
Adhering to your desire,
I lusted over your giving
Which was very pleasing.

Your body was a sight
Of perfectional might,
Your curves and groove
Would lovingly sooth.

You were so very cute
And would like me to shoot,
I would hump and pump
While having a jump.

I enjoyed feeling your bum,
While you did come,
Your flower was amazing
With blooming nurturing.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sensible Being Corrigible

You were discriminant with sexual desire,
Your love was passionately on fire,
My loving love for you will never tire.
Your lips were sensuous to kiss
And your lustful love was bliss,
I have but one respectful wish
To get intimately back with you
With a new love to pursue.

You had an essence of caring
While respectfully sharing,
We were a good pairing
As we were both giving.
Are you in a relationship
And do you miss our courtship.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Without Regret I Will Not Forget

You had a good nature
And were in my favour
With how you did nurture
Us being together.
You loved with a passion
And were my only desire;
You were a sensation
And set myself on fire.

Your heat under the sheet
Will not deplete,
Pleasurably and happily
I remember you fondly.
Will we get back together –
Never ever to sever.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Felt Good As Your Stud

You thought of me as a stud,
I felt very proud and good;
Your respective conversing
Was appealingly pleasing.
You praised my endeavour
Of sexually loving together.
You were likeable with lust
And mountable with a thrust.

We both adhered to a morality
With a mentality of a sanity
That we were both lustfully free
To act up naughtily sexually.
Will you come back to play
With me in a pleasurable way.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fooling Around

You were like a hobby,
I liked playing with you,
I loved your naked body
And would like you to woo.

I had chills up my spine
When you were mine,
You were a sensation
With sexual intention.

You were passionate
With your lustful loving,
Being kindly considerate
With your giving.

I was into your groove,
Your flower had power,
Your hands did move
Fondling my member.

You were a great lover
While under the cover,
We explored each other
To lovingly discover.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

Thursday, 31 August 2017

In Your Loving Favour

I was enthusiastic with loving,
You were reciprocal in giving;
We both had a mutual interest
In nurturing what was the best.
I can still remember your heat
From my head down to my feet,
You were a tingling sensation
Worthy of a blogger mention.

You used to happily sigh
While undoing my fly,
On a teasing, sexual high.
From my member being high.
I was always in your favour
Respecting your sexual behaviour.


© Andrew Stevenson 01/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Sexually Suggestive

You were sexually sacred
While you paraded about naked;
Your bodily curves were teasing –
With your breasts swaying
And your flower blooming
You were all consuming
With your sexual grooming
Which was very pleasing.

You have a beautiful face,
And express eloquent grace,
Your hair was fair and long,
Come back and belong
To me experiencing serenity
As I court you respectfully.


© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Good Times Ahead

I worked you out as a sum,
A plus equalling for you to come
Out to play my humble way,
And not to take yourself away.
You used to share with a care
And had a passionate flare
Of hugging with loving,
Which was endearing.

Our times respectfully together
Will last for my forever,
My memories I will pursue
To fondly think of you.
I am lustfully aching
For some sexual pleasing.


© Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Buck Up And Enjoy The Ride

I liked snuggling up together,
You took pleasure
From this endeavour –
Not wanting to sever.
I liked seeing your naked hide,
You were a sexual sensation
Enjoying our loving ride
Of expressive supplication.

We conversed lovingly
Which was pleasing,
You were very happy
Which was appealing.
Could I again be in luck
By being your buck to fuck.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sublime Behind

I loved your behind,
It was sublime,
Could you be mine
To wine and dine;
I would treat you fine
And type the odd rhyme
To express my fervour
Of seeking your favour.

I lusted over your nakedness
As you were a sultry temptress
Knowing what was the best –
Like to slowly undress
Teasingly revealing
What is sexually appeasing.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Hugging And Kissing

I enjoyed our mutual snogging
While passionately love making,
You were a hugging sensation
Full of appreciative appreciation.
Our kissing was sexually on fire,
Our lips would explore with a desire
Of teasing with sincere pleasing –
You were greatly appealing.

I still love you with all of my heart,
And am sorry I drove us apart,
We could make a fresh start
With our intimate giving and sharing.
We were both sexually caring
With our loving pairing.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 25 August 2017

Sway My Way

You were sexily blessed
While being undressed,
I loved your shapely figure –
Especially with my member.

You were a sight to savour
Adhering to sexual behaviour,
My lust for you doesn’t waver
As you are always in my favour.

You used to please my lust
Over your bush and bust,
You were ripe for plucking
With my licking and sucking.

I used to like the way you play,
And look forward to another day
Where you might lustfully sway
To sexually have your wicked way.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

In The Sack Back On Track

You were always gentle and sweet,
But you could turn up the heat
Under our satin sheet.

I want to get back on track
Where I had a lustful knack
Of bedding you in the sack.

You were my sexual endeavour
Enduring our loving pleasure –
You to me were a treasure.

You meant the world to me,
Will you respectfully come to be
To see us experiencing serenity.

I loved you sexual loving,
You were very giving
Sharing and caring.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 24 August 2017

A Crop Not Forgot

I am patiently waiting,
Not hurriedly in a rush,
I hope you are not forsaking
My aching to see your bush.

I loved the power of your flower,
Which I lovingly did devour,
Your petals were lovely to lick
And penetrate with my dick.

You were very keen and very able
Bringing good sex to the table,
You liked lapping me up on top
So I could see your bushy crop.

You were a vision of beauty
Being sexually free with me,
You were a source of serenity
Loving me passionately.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Madly Glad

I was never lazy,
But I was crazy,
And full of energy
I am seeking thee.

I loved you in the sack,
Where I want you back,
Your hugging with loving
Was greatly appeasing.

I got upset and mad
And was bitterly sad,
And out of lucky luck
I cut myself up.

But now I am well,
Not suffering a spell
Of insane madness
As I am full of happiness.

I will enjoy you under the cover
With each of us being a lover;
I do not mind being a dad
If that would make you glad.

You have a child to bring up,
And like a playing, happy pup
I could offer a love to share
And to have a loving care.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Out Of Sight

Kitty the pussy was out of luck,
As she didn’t have a buck to fuck,
So at her home she was prone
To play with herself alone.
She would fondle with pleasure
What she did playfully treasure,
She massaged with an ease
That did passionately please.

She imagined herself with him,
A stud she had bedded on a whim,
He had pleasured her so much
And had had a wonderful touch,
He had prowess under the sheet -
Memories that she now does reap.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Memorable Era

What are you up to;
I want you to woo:
You were a sensation
In hugging for a duration.

We were great in the bed,
I remember what you said,
About myself being big
While being within.

You were attractive
In being sexual active,
You fulfilled my need
With considerable greed.

You consumed my lust,
I liked your posterior
Along with your bust –
A memorable era.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

I Loved Loving You

I liked your sexual behaviour,
You were a sight to savour,
You were my loving endeavour.

We were both giving with sharing,
And as a respective pairing
We weren’t overbearing.

We were good together,
And for my forever
I will not literary sever.

I loved your pleasing,
Which was appeasing
With our passionate loving.

I want you back in the sack,
Where you never knocked me back,
You had a sincere, loving knack.


© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Appeasing Teasing

You were appeasing
With all of your teasing –
Which was very pleasing.

I loved you fondling me,
A source of our serenity,
Will you come to be.

You sucked with pleasure,
A loving endeavour
That I now treasure.

I want you back
In the sack,
Where I don’t’ lack.

I have a size to mention,
That you will have a retention
Of our being a sensation.

I loved our love making,
Not respectfully forsaking
Our taking while waking.

We were sexually active,
You were/are attractive,
I am smitten and distracted.

I love you with all my heart,
And I am sorry we did part,
I want to make a fresh start.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Dream Come True

I was never lazy,
I was full of energy,
To please thee
Sexually.

You were a dream;
We were a team
In our loving endeavour
Of sexual pleasure.

We loved to kiss –
Moments of bliss:
We were willing
For lots of hugging.

You loved pulling
With lots of teasing,
I was deeply chilling
With this appeasing.

Your lips were luscious,
And your taste delicious,
Your petals were pretty
My source of tranquillity.


© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 21 August 2017

I Want You Back In The Sack

Your flower used to shower
Me with a loving power,
Your petals I used to savour
While adhering to sexual behaviour.

You used to come all the time,
Which was a loving sign
That you were respectfully mine
Which was a sexual crime.

We were sinning from the beginning,
And thus wisely stressing
That sexual love is a blessing
From a mutual transgressing.

We had a matrimonial feeling
While you were still healing
From a stricken relationship
That was not full of courtship.

I would love you to get back with me,
Where we could both be happy,
We were great under the cover
With each being a great lover.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Treat Under The Sheet

I wonder are you reading
What I am writing and typing,
My blog address I have sent you
Addressing feelings to renew.

I ponder how you are doing,
And do you seek a pairing –
I am willing and obliging
And am very trusting.

We shared a lot together,
At the time hardly ever
To sever, you were a treasure
Of my loving love endeavour.

I loved you under the sheet
Where I liked taking a peek
At what I was to respectfully reap –
A flourishing and nourishing treat.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Beautiful Flower

You were a score not to pass,
Saving my inner wellbeing,
Will you become my lass,
A beginning with seeing.

I liked kissing and fondling,
You were a sight to savour,
We were good at bonding
With pleasing behaviour.

I liked squeezing your ass,
My hands would explore,
Will this come to pass
Again, I humbly implore.

You had a beautiful flower,
Which was consuming,
I used to sexily devour
Your petals blooming.

You used to come with me
Wherever I used to roam,
My hands would playfully
Play in my bedroom at home.

You groomed an essence
Of loving with giving,
And with an appetence
We shared our pleasing.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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.