Having time on my hands being paralyzed stuck on bedrest I read profiles and look at pics of the people who read my stuff, (for which I'm eternally grateful). I came across a pic of a person in the bath, relaxing glass of wine in hand. You could just see her legs and arm with glass in hand. I wont give the name out because I haven't her permission. It sparked a poem in my head. Enjoy
Bath, candles, poetry and wine
The lights are out, candles are lit, its time for bath and wine, laying there reading erotic poetry, that sonehow seems to always rhyme
Surrounded by warm water, it feels like a lovers sweet embrace, this poem is quiet saucy, it puts a smile across your face
Movement in the water brushes across your breasts, your nipples get erect, combined with wine and poetry, it takes on a strange effect
You rest your wine on the side, then you slowly stroke your tits, you let out a gentle sigh, then you message them for a bit
Poetry held in one hand the other slides slowly down below, already you're moist with desire, so you move your fingers to and throw
Circles on your pretty cliterus, with the poetry painting pics within your mind, pictures of seduction and lust of the most exciting kind
Not much room to spread your legs, but you slide your fingers in, slowly thrusting deeply, soon your first orgasm will begin
Sighing, head tossed back, phone tossed to the bathroom floor, you need both hands to please yourself, your pussy aches for more
Faster harder rubbing, water goes splashes everywhere, you're so close to cumming, so you don't really care
Your juices runs out in a flood, you watch it mingle, float away, now you feel so relaxed, you've had your bath time play
You dry yourself pic up your phone, you finish off your wine, on your bed you go back to your poetry, I do hope its one of mine
THE KINKY POET
