Pull over
Blue lights are flashing, I roll up behind her racing car, I walk to her vehicle, making sure, she can see my badge and star
How can I concentrate when you are in that flimsy skirt, I can see your stocking tops, you dirty little flirt
You have your cleavage showing, their bursting out your top, I can feel my heart pounding, I think its gonna stop
You smile at me sweetly, you act all embarrassed and quite coy, you look so horny, perfect like some Barbie toy
You open up the door and step out, my god you blow my mind, I ask for your license and registration, if you'd be so kind
You bend back into vehicle, your skirt barely covers your sexy ass, you hand me the documents, you've done all that I have asked
I tell myself to concentrate, I go back to check her details, she knows it is my job, but deep inside my trousers, my cock just starts to throb
She has outstanding tickets, I tell her I must take her in, she asks is there anything she could do, to get this ticket put in to the bin
She looks down at my bulging trousers, my meaty truncheon is on show, she strokes me through my uniform and asks is there somewhere we could go
I know I should have been professional, but dam she looked so hot, so we found a secluded place and a blow jobs what I got
Well it was just a speeding ticket, it won't be her last I have a officer's hunch, I love being out on patrol, when the wife speeds by with lunch
THE KINKY POET