Sacred place
When you're on your own at night I hope your hands run down your skin, feeling every curve you have, your desires are no sin
Cupping your ample tits, nipples hardening to your touch, you're pinching them slightly the pain you like so much
Down along your stomach, you stroke your inner thighs, you want to go to your Sacred place, the need you can't disguise
But you don't want to rush yourself, you've got a lot of time, you even think of your poet, who adores you in his rhyme
You can feel that tingle your Sacred place calls out to you, you slide your fingers deep inside and heaven cums it's true
Fingers searching for that spot, thumb dances on your clit, dancing deep rhythmic circles, juice running from your slit
It's been a while since mind and body joined together and played as one, and if my poems can take you there, then my job is done
If I can inspire you and put a hungry look across your face, to me it's like I'm with you, at your Sacred place
THE KINKY POET