The beast is fed
Sometimes I awaken, my hunger cannot be kept locked inside it's cage, the animal has woken, full of all it's sexual rage
Desires for you take full control, it dominates my mind, you are all I think about, in a dirty sexual kind
From ripping all your clothes off, to dragging you off to my bed, dirty, kinky, sexy things, are racing through my head
The taste of your love juice, to drink your devine wine, to own you completely, to have you all the time
Outfits and role play, you wearing matching lingerie, you being at my beck and call, all throughout the day
Rope play, clamps and toys, hot wax and chains to tie you tight, to use you as I see fit, you're my playground through the night
To fulfil any fantasy, to do whatever comes in my head, tonight the ravenous beast has woken, tonight the beast is fed
THE KINKY POET