Broken body
I know my bodies broken, but I can make love within my mind, kisses sent in my dreams, the soft and tender kind
My hands caress your body, running free across your skin, feeling every shapely curve, you fill my mind with sin
You make me wish I was whole, that my body worked just fine, that I could make love to you properly and really make you mine
To be able to enter you, my manhood hard and strong, give to you the whole of me, of this I've dreamed so long
To have you straddle across my body, ride me like a thoroughbred racing horse, riding ever faster, we'll make the jumps of course
To have you any way I choose, from on your knee's or across your dinning table, I'd take you everywhere I could, if only I was truly able
But sadly I am broken and can only use my hands, or fuck you with my tongue, yes I know you would still cum hard, once the night is done
But I'd loved to have given you everything, if only we'd met in better times, instead of making love to you, in stanzas and in rhymes
THE KINKY POET