The beast in me
God I feel so horny, I can feel you throbbing through my cock, I'm waiting by the doorway, it's nearly eight o'clock
I hear you in the road outside, I hear you turn the key, the moment that you step inside, I let my beast go free
In a moment you're in handcuffs hooked high above your head, I force my tongue into your mouth, there's not a word been said
You kiss back with all your force, your passion starts to burn, we are of the same minds, for each other we both yearn
I fumble for the buttons on your shirt, they're taking to much time, I tear your shirt open, I need to make you mine
Pushing up your lacey bra, I suck and bite your tits, leaving my mark turns me on, marks formed by little nips
I push up hard against you, my shaft rubs against your leg, you can feel it twitching, you can almost feel it beg
I drop down to my knees, your sacred place is wet, slowly I part your petals, I haven't touch your Rose bud yet
Your petals are glistening as if they were covered in morning dew, I push my tongue deep inside and take a taste of you
I eat you with such passion, with the ferocity of a beast, I've been ravenous for you all day, now it's time to feast
Licking, probing lapping, I can feel you start to cum, I pull out and stand up, you twist to show your bum
I adjust the handcuffs so now your facing at the door, your pussy taste like heaven but now the beast in me wants more
I pull your hips towards me your arse is way up high, as I plunge my dick in you, we both let out a sigh
All day I've wanted this, I've been desperate for a ride, finally your bent over and I'm buried deep inside
I start off with long slow thrusts then begin to pound, each time I ram my cock home, I make a growling sound
Hands on your nipples I take you with a animalistic sexual force, you begin to buck and gasp as a orgasm arrives in due course
I pin you up against the door I whisper, I own you in your ear, though it's only quietly you hear me loud and clear
Once I've had my way with you, I take you off the hook, I wash you in our shower, whilst you rest I start to cook
We chat over dinner, we watch TV then go to bed, the ending to a perfect dream, that plays inside head
THE KINKY POET
