Prowling through your dreams
It's late at night and you're in a fitful sleep but you can feel me in your bed, hungry and full of passion, I prowl inside your head
Hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment I should strike, when to pounce on you and have my way, just do the things I like
Clawing at your lingerie, removing all silk and lace, to pin you down with power, then i ravage you at my desired pace
Take my time to taste you all, there's nothing I want to miss, nipping at your softest skin, I'm ravenous for a kiss
You don't try to fight me off, you could struggle, kick and bite but you know that will only spur me on, I love it when you fight
It makes the sex much sweeter, if you have to earn it on the night, deep inside you want it, you know that this is right
I pin you face down, you hear me growling in your ear, it's just to say I'm in control, to spread some sexual fear
That deep sexual, hungry noise, my hungry animalistic growl, coming from your poet, who tonight is on the prowl
THE KINKY POET