Fuck Me For Living

I’m alive in the noon sun,
Naked and glistening
With the fire of the skies as I wait here, a-listening.

I’m alive in the pale moon,
Clad in lunar lace,
Starry hopes shining forth from this still-waiting face.

I’m alive in the blessed dawn,
Dew runs from my core.
I wished to be kissed by you; I’ll wait some more.

I’m alive in the twilight,
Lamplight strokes my skin,
Feeling my beauty; I want you within.

I’m alive in your mind
As you think of my curves,
Sweet, succulent, juicy, what your cock deserves.

I’m alive in your mouth,
Firming nipples betwixt lips
With the grasp of your large hands on these sexy hips.

I’m alive on your tongue
As you taste of my juice
And you plunge in your fingers; I’m here for your use.

I’m alive on your cock
As you impale me on top
Of your deep-thrusting hips; please, love, don’t ever stop.

I’m alive in your hands
As you finger and grasp me,
And I’ll run when you call, there is no need to ask me.

I’m alive in your future;
I’ll wait here for you,
For the time you decide that I am meant for you.

I’m alive in your memory,
Though my body’s gone,
And the joy of my willingness will always live on.

I’m alive in your past
Though you threw me away,
And you wished that my presence would wander and stray.

I’m alive in my prison,
My hope still can strive
For wishing you’d fuck me for being alive.