Real time
If I sit in my wheelchair quietly can I watch you play, I won't say a single word, just take pictures if you say
I want to see you touch yourself and I'm gonna describe it in a rhyme, it will be erotic poetry, just written in real time
Wear something sexy, PVC, leather or a costume made of lace, all I ask is you position yourself, so I can see your face
I'll be close enough to see your wetness, but I promise I won't touch, I'll just be writing poetry, if your show is not to much
I'm hoping I can concentrate, whilst watching all you do and describe it in my stanzas, paying homage just to you
Watch you use your favourite toys, your clamps and plugs made for your bum, my poem would be finished the moment that you cum
Lines of erotic pleasure, your playtime wrote in rhyme, but not made up in my head but written in real time
THE KINKY POET