Babygirl gangster
Please don't let me wake up, I'm having the perfect dream, I've got you naked in my bed, I'm the cat whose got the Cream
Skin to skin our bodies entwined like we've been moulded into one, my hands running across you, I stroke your thighs not noticing you have a gun
Slowly tracing all your body, I make a mental map of all your curves, giving thanks to the gods, you're far more than I deserve
Tenderly you kiss me, our tongues twist and flick in a erotic dance, your eyes are so beautiful you have me held within a trance
I kiss your neck so slowly as I make my way down to your tits, I kiss and suck your nipples, you moan a little bit
You put your hand upon my head, you direct me to go down, I kiss across your stomach on the way to your hallowed ground
You spread your legs slowly, my tongue slides up between your thighs, I kiss around your shaven pussy, listening to your sighs
I part your petals slowly, they glisten from your wet, I want to dive right into you, but I know I mustn't yet
I push my finger onto your bud, she engorged and in full bloom, you slowly raise your hips up, to make sure I've got the room
My finger slides deep inside, your lips tighten like a vice, I push another digit in, your pussy feels so wet and nice
In and out I finger fuck you, I push in as far as I can reach, then I suck my fingers, your pussy's juices taste like Peach
You begin to rise and fall, my fingers do their magic trick, then you push me on my back, it seems my babygirl wants some dick
You slide yourself across me, you say "Fuck me or your dead", I can't believe my gangster girl has put a gun right to my head
You don't need no gun or threats, I'll fuck you till I die, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, as i eat out your peachy pie
We fuck real hard, we fuck real long, I want to blow my shot, you ride me like I'm a stallion, taking all I've got
Head tossed back you start to scream, I feel you start to cum, then there's a loud bang, you've only dropped your gun
That doesn't stop us we both pound until we cum, then collapse in each others arms, to greet the morning Sun
I open my eyes and you have gone, I guess you wasn't real, or that's just how it seems, but where did the bullet hole come from, were you just a dream
THE KINKY POET