That skirt ooooooh
Well yes of course you're tired up my very sexy flirt, surely you knew this would be the outcome of wearing such a sexy skirt
There's something about a short checked skirt that makes this poet drool, I think it's a throwback to my younger days in school
And when I see the top you're in give me a little peak, I can see your nipples, and your skin so soft and sleek
Now I've got you tied up high, your Black lace panties must hit the floor, yes you look hot in lace but now I'm after more
I run my hands across your arse, then run them down your thigh, you spread your legs slowly and release a little sigh
I kneel down so I can see the glistening of your flower, at this very moment it is you that holds the power
My thumbs part your petals, I begin to lick your Sacred place, your juices run so freely, I taste you on my face
From my knees I slide my fingers in, so slowly and so deep, using my other hand towards your arse I creep
Each thrust with my hungry fingers are balanced by a spank, your body is so beautiful I guess I have the God's to thank
You begin to orgasm I know this is the time, to slide up behind you and show you that you're mine
You feel my shaft against you, your juices wet my throbbing tip, you push back in acceptance as inside your Rose I slip
Thrusting, pounding fucking, I want to fill you with my seed, you have me so turned on, I've nearly done my deed
Reaching around for your nipple, I squeeze hard against your tit, one hand on your gorgeous hip, I thrust and cream your slit
Shall I leave you hanging there as punishment for your dangerous game, you wore that skirt to turn me on, so my wanton desires were all aflame
You know I'd never leave you there, it's time for aftercare, let me lead you to the shower and show you how much I care
Wash you down and dry you, then lead you to your bed, tuck you in so tenderly then kiss your weary head
Sadly when you wake up, you are again just on your own, then you find a messege with this poem on your phone
THE KINKY POET