Your secret needs
Tell me your deepest fantasy, don't miss a detail, slowly take your time, so I can make it special for you and put it in a rhyme
Would it be bondage, perhaps a Blindfold made of lace, seductively wrapped around you, covering your face
Would you choose a Dungeon, or in a lonely Cabin in the dark, which scenario would you choose, to make your passions spark
Playing out in a public place, getting watched whilst we're at play, having sex in a changing room, in the middle of the day
Bringing in another girl, make me watch from my wheelchair, with you two touching, kissing, playing with toys, free without a care
Perhaps you could be abducted, just dragged into a van, then kept as a sex slave, belonging to a big masked man
Maybe a night of sex and pain, hot wax, floggers, paddles and a ball gag, I'd arrive with all my torture kit, in it's special bag
So let me know your secret needs, I'll even hang you by the wrists high up on a beam, I want to write them down for you, to turn your words into a dream
THE KINKY POET