Play please
You've been across my knee already once for your cheek today, if you're feeling kinky, you only had to say
Sit here on my lap, I just have to this poetry done, then I'll put my laptop away and we can have some
That's it my sexy girl just let me finish writing for my poets page, you can't leave the readers waiting, hanging with their sexual rage
Listen go and find the toys you want, I'm very nearly done, pick out what you want to use, but include a paddle for your bum
Slip into to something pretty, put a smile across my face, I like you in anything but I have a thing for you in lace
It hangs on your curves so well, I love how it looks and flows, I love that it's see-through and your sacred place it shows
God baby I'm trying to concentrate, please let me do my work, it's difficult to watch anything when you begin to twerk
I'm mesmerized by the way you move, I love to watch you sway, oh fuck the poem here I come, I'm hungry now for play
How comes though I'm in charge, you always get your way, I don't know why I try to fight it, when you want to play
THE KINKY POET
