Saint Andrews cross
Shackled to the Saint Andrews cross, your arms and legs spread wide, so I can suck your nipples hard and push my fingers deep inside
You are at my kinky mercy, your bodies like my own playground, you can't get away from me, because you've been tightly bound
A Blindfold keeps you in the dark, with earplugs I steal all sound, so you don't know where I am, as I move around
You feel silk across your skin, then the harshness of cold ice, I slide it on your nipples, you sigh because it's nice
I put the ice in my mouth, my tongue strokes along your clit, I can feel you shudder, as my cold tongue laps against your slit
I have a table full of kinky toys, I use them one by one, each designed to pleasure you they're made to make you cum
On the floors a puddle, pussy juice has soaked the dungeon floor, I move my mouth to your sacred place, I want to drink some more
My God I love your body, you have the softest skin, I love to stroke your sexy curves, you are my Goddess full of sin
I put a bite mark on your inner thigh, a reminder of the night, on the left thighs written "Saucy minx", so the bite went on the right
Once I've had my kinky play, I slide my shaft inside, I kissed you so aggressively as I start to ride
I pump you as fast and hard as I can, I love to hear you sigh and moan, once my seeds inside you, I take pictures on my phone
I love it when I'm in charge, I am your sexual boss, I have total control of you when, you're shackled to Saint Andrews cross
THE KINKY POET