The Witching hour
Finally you are sitting on your bed, you've just had a shower, it's been such a long busy day and it's near the Witching hour
You dry yourself slowly, then rub body lotion on your skin, as you stroke your nipples, your mind starts to think of sin
Your nipples have hardened instantly, you can't resist a little tweet, the pain rushes through you, it gives the thrill you seek
You lay down on your bed, your hands know where to go, touching, stroking, feeling, your juices start to flow
Legs open without command, fingers hunt your sacred place, dancing circles on your bud, puts contentment on you face
Fingers do their magic work, orgasm washes over you, the feeling is so delicious, you decide to try for two
One hand on your pussy, with the other you claw your thigh, knowing that will leave a mark, makes you let out a sigh
Tomorrow when the morning comes, you'll see and feel those spoils of war, there as reminders, that you are a dirty whore
You may be a perfect lady but you are still a sexual freak but now you've cum and you are spent, it's dream time that you seek
THE KINKY POET
