Broken
My mind is so active, I write poems all the time, tales of sex, love and bondage but sadly they're not mine
Of making love for hour's with a manhood hard and strong the way my life used to be, before my spine went wrong
When I was fully functional, when I was fully in my prime, I look back and sigh now, that was such a better time
I could do anything with you, play sex games in my bed, now they are just fantasies or dreams made in my head
So now I'm left with just my hands and a wicked tongue, slide yourself across my face, I'm sure I'd make you cum
But I hope when you read my poetry, you might get moist and wet, being the broken poet, it's the closest I will get
Laying so far away from you, though I'm hiding deep inside your head, trying to arouse you, whilst you read in bed
Poetry designed to make you moist, make you wiggle in your chair, so you think of me though you know I'm just not there
Though my bodies broken, my heart and mind is strong, soon I'll send more sexy poetry, to help your day along
THE KINKY POET