Just waiting now, nervous poetry
UNTOLD DESIRES -SECRETS OF A SEX ADDICT
Your laying in your bed at night, reading erotic poems on your phone, you feel that wanton tingle, good job you're on your own.
By the light of your mobile phone, you see all your sexy curves, you run your hand across your skin, awakening all your nerves
Your skin starts to tingle as your fingers stroke your tits, your nipples harden in your hands, you pinch them both a bit
You let out a little sigh, as the pain, sends endorphins through your brain, you get even wetter as you pinch them once again
Your poet says he wants you, your kiss is the air he breaths, he tells you that you're beautiful, you can feel his wants and needs
Your hand goes down lower, beneath your lace panties your hand slides, you start to stroke you shaven mound and push yourself inside
Your juices are running wild, you slowly start to thrust, lifting your hips in perfect time, rhythm is a must
In your mind it's your poet, he's in between your open thighs, you lay back on your pillow a slowly close your eyes
It's your poet licking on your clit, he wants to taste your cum, he tells you he adores you, you know you are the one
You feel loved and desired, no man could want you more, you pull off your panties and reach the vibrator in your drawer
You love to hear that gentle hum, you know that you will cum, you put it on your cliterus, and stick your nails into your bum
The wave of a orgasm always comes when you use this toy, proceeded by erotic poetry, supplied by your loving boy.
You soak your bedsheets, you laying saited, on your bed, you may be laying on your own, but I'm in your heart and head
THE KINKY POET
