Sunday worship
I've got to tear and rip your clothes off, my lust has got control, I got to have you naked, I want my baby doll
Now all you have is underwear, the bra comes off with just a tug, popping out your gorgeous breasts, from the place that they were snug
All that you've left Is panties made of the softest lace, you know they won't protect you, has I rip them off in haste
I stand back to look at you, my super sexy work of art, to me you are so perfect, I love you with all my heart
You simply stretch out your hand, you pull me in real tight, you whisper you're my playground and your body's mine tonight
You tell me to not hold back, let loose the hounds of lust, do anything I want with you, I have your total trust
We made love aggressively, we both made sure we left our mark, claws, bites and bruises brought on through our passions spark
The house looked like a war zone, furniture thrown about the place, remnants of wild erotic sex, put a smile across my face
Wow that was a passionate night, we fucked in every room, orgasms coming thick and fast, I felt my world go boom
Now we better clear up, put everything back as it was before, then we can shower and go off to church, where you look so demure
Sitting at Sunday worship, none of the congregation would ever know, how you switch into a Tigress, when you start to go
One hand on your prayer book, the other on my knee, you look so pure and innocent but you're not fooling me
As soon as we get in the car, we're gonna find somewhere to park, then I'm going to play with you, to ignite your passions spark
THE KINKY POET