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.

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.