Between the lines and thighs
You're reading your favourite poet, you see yourself within his write, you start to get a sudden urge, you want to play tonight
The further you read through his work, the faster your heart begins to beat, you start to get a needy tingling starting at your feet
You go over to the bed, you continue to read some more, without thinking you pull out your toy, from your special drawer
One hand on your phone, the poems begin to stir your mind, the lace bra erects your nipples, your panties are wet you find
Sliding off your lacey underwear you drop them to the floor, you begin to stroke your sacred garden, has you read some more
Fingers know your magic spot, they stroke your moistened slit, you begin to get so hot, you flick and pull your clit
You flick on your favourite toy, it makes a sensual hum, you guide it slowly to your garden, and gently raise your bum
Making it so much easier, for the toy to slip and slide, it begins to play in your garden as you push it deep inside
You only have it on quite low, you're still doing your best to read but that soon gives way too your hunger, to your sexual need
The phone goes down beside you, the poets work is done, he has got you horny, now your favourite toy will make you cum
Running all his stanzas, through your kink filled brain, you.let out a little scream, has you start to orgasm once again
After several orgasm you know your gonna cum, you push the toy in deep turn it full on until it's job is done
Sated and satisfied you're happy, you clean and wipe you toy, then go.back to kinky poetry written by your poet boy
THE KINKY POET