Midnight Rose
Lurking around the graveyard is quite creepy, it's more scary after dark, but I get quite turned on by fear, my passions start to spark
We go through the gate hand in hand, we hear the old gates whine, it goes right through our bodies, well at least it went through mine
We lean up against a mausoleum, the wall is made of a Marbled stone, I glance over my shoulder, to check we're on our own
We start off by kissing slowly, my hands hunt around your curves, the icy wind whistles through the trees, rattling every nerve
But lust overrides our fear, you spread yourself real wide, my hand slides up your skirt and my fingers go inside
Finger fucking as we kiss, your heart is pounding really fast, I pull you closer into me, with a finger in your ass
Fingers stuck in both your holes my tongue deep inside your mouth, I feel you stroke my manhood as you move your hands down south
Soon my trousers are around my knees, you stroke up and down my cock, far away We hear a bell, it must be Twelve o'clock
I pull you to a gravestone, you lay on my coat, your wetness shines under the bewitching moon, I slide myself between your thighs, it's time to fuck you soon
But you are still weary, it's dark and haunted, hell everybody knows, but me I just want to get inside your thighs and kiss your Midnight Rose
THE KINKY POET