My turn in charge
Yeah it's Friday night our play night no man could ask for more, you get dressed up in something kinky and I get to treat you like a whore
All the toys have been fully charged the fresh cream and fruit is made, I like to cover all the kinky possibilities I'd hate not to make the grade
My minds been racing all day wondering what kinky outfit you might wear, as long as it involves red lace lingerie under it I'd be delighted to be fair
I found the handcuffs under the bed it must have been from the play before, I was the one trussed up whilst you had your way with me once more
But tonight I'm going to be in charge I'm going to take you in every hole, I'm gonna use you and abuse you i will want to own your body mind and soul
Your going to be left exhausted with my ownership marks upon your skin, each bruise and bite mark serves as reminders of our kinky night skin
I'm marching up and down the living room waiting to hear your key turning in lock, I'm desperate to take you straight away and put some use to my already throbbing cock
THE KINKY POET