Surrounded by the darkness
Surrounded by the darkness, awake you cannot sleep, do you reach for your phone and at my poetry do you peep
Do my stanzas run loose and wild, panting pictures in your head, do they make you excited, whilst laying in your bed
Do you begin to touch yourself, do you trace all of your curves, do your nipples harden as you wake up all your nerves
When you spread your legs open, do you stroke inside your thighs, until you find your wetness, then do you close your eyes
Eyes shut tight your hand is mine, do I please you with my touch, playing with your petals, my fingers aching for so much
Your petals moistened by your lust, open like a flower in full bloom, In your mind I'm touching you, though I'm not in your room
But in the dark your touch is mine, the leading man within your dreams, making circles on your bud or that is how it seems
Together in the darkness, we feed the desires you read in rhyme, between the blurred lines of fantasy, in which you're always mine
Your fingers work their magic, in your mind I've felt your skin, pleasured you from across the void, we've shared our lust for sin
Fulfilled and all relaxed, it's time for you to try and get some sleep, until the next time you're surrounded by the dark and inside your head I creep
THE KINKY POET