Thank your poet
Two fingers on your button, you're naked on your back, playing slowly with the hood, it's just inside your crack
Pulling, flicking, dancing, your juices really start to flow, you push your fingers in so deep, desires begin to grow
Your mind wonders to a scenarios, being tied up or forced into giving head, or dressed up as a slave, chained down on a bed
Being taken by force, a hand choking you as you fuck, or being forced to take all of his cock, gagging whilst you suck
Dressed in a school girls outfit, across your headteachers knee, him spanking you real hard, ignoring your "I'm innocent plea"
Chained in a damp dark dungeon, or locked up in a cage, held there as a captive, to him you're just a kept sex slave
All these thoughts have brought you closer, you've nearly finished off your wank, remember for all those fantasies, it's your poet you should thank
THE KINKY POET
