Close to hand
When you're alone at night, or even in the middle of the day, you may get that certain need, your body wants to play
It may not be a convenient time, or you may not be in a private place, but your bodies screaming out its needs, there's a Blushing in your face
You feel a twitch and wiggle, you know you're moist and damp, you try to hide it from the world, your legs you tightly clamp
There's nothing left for you to do, you must get some private time, so you find a quiet corner, then you look to find a rhyme
Words from your favourite poet, will help you cum real quick, poetry of kinky, playful sex, stanzas of sucking dick
One hand on your phone, the other pushes your lacey panties to the side, you stroke your wet clit in circles, before your fingers delve inside
Reading all his fantasies, you often imagine they're of you, doing all the kinky things, you often wish he'd do
Breathing getting faster, you cum, your juices start to flow, release washes over you, as you let your tensions go
Saited you can continue with your day, get on with all you've planned, but it's nice to know if desires rise, my poetry s close to hand
THE KINKY POET