Throbbing, soaking wet
You're laying in your bed late at night, you get that certain need, desires running through you, your pussy needs to feed
You knew reading his poetry would put you in the mood, you slide out your Pjs, your laying in the nude
You start stroking your neck, your body tingles deep inside, you pull at your nipples, the moans you try to hide
Muffling the sounds from those in your house, it kind of gets you hot, harden nipples in your hands, you squeeze with all you've got
Pain and pleasure rushes through you, your hands go to your cunt, wet, soaking waiting, for your parted lips you hunt
Moist, wet and ready, you make deep circles on your clit, biting your bottom lip for silence as your fingers dive into your slit
Warm juice swallow you, you start a slow and steady push, you feel yourself spasm as your juices fly out with a whoosh
You knew that would happen, when you cum you always squirt, you've used it in a chat up line, you saucy little flirt
Sheets form a wet patch, your juice has soaked your bed, that doesn't matter now, you're busy fucking in your head
Three fingers buried deep, you're in need of your favorite sex toy, silent yet powerful, you call him your "special boy"
Deep vibrating penetration, he makes you cum again, juice flying everywhere, it looks like you've been caught out, naked in the rain
Back arched, quiet moans, your toy has done its deed, you lay in a cum soaked bed, you've calmed your aching need
You move to the dry side, you rest your weary head, that'll teach you to read his poetry, late at night, whilst laying in your bed
His words paint vivid pictures, those pictures turn you on, all from some erotic stanzas, written by that poet Ron
THE KINKY POET