A real man
I watched you glide across the room a million times naughty thoughts raced through my head, you stopped and meter out of reach as I lay there crippled in my bed
You ran your hands across my skin across places I couldn't feel your touch, then the feeling ran through me like electricity it really was to much
You knew the exact point where my body came back to life, the difference between alive and dead it's like my disability never caused you strife
You climbed up above me and moved up until I could feel your gorgous skin my hands mapped your body it was a journey filled with sexual pleasure with a little hint of sin
You were so young and beautiful i was much older but somehow we made it work, you would often put on sexy things for me and I'd watch you grind and twerk
I spent so many hours touching every inch of you your body's so devine, you slid yourself above my mouth so I could sip on your pussy's delicious wine
Even though my bodies broken you always made me feel like a real man, your tenderness and passion made me feel whole again the only way you can
THE KINKY POET
