Round Two
The moonlight sparkles off the sweat, our passion has soaked the sheet, you lay there breathing heavily, you must admit defeat
Your body's still trembling, your mind is running free, tonight I am the Victor, you cum so hard for me
Your pussy's still pulsing from the lashing from my tongue, welts and bite marks start to appear from before my deed was done
Marks a stark reminder of my journey up your inner thighs, on my way to eat you and listened to your moans and sighs
I have my sex marks too, they are like my spoils of war, where in the throws of passion you too bit and claw
Now I'm above you, kisses rain down upon your face, I tell you sweet whispers at a calm and collected pace
You are smiling up at me, you whispering the sweetest things too, your breathing as slowed now, so I know what I must do
I slide down your wet body, I put my mouth tight to your Rose, I start to build excitement, well you know how it goes
I flick, probe and suck your bud, you're loving all I do, soon we're at the edge again, welcome to round Two
THE KINKY POET
