Brand new day
My nights are spent writing, sexual fantasies of me and you, scenarios where we're together in a world that's made for two
Stanzas full of fantasy, sharing all our kinky dreams, from bondage to dress up, to me feasting off my Queen
Scenarios of passion, that leaves you dangling on orgasms edge, you begging for the extra stroke, to push you off the ledge
Sex toys, ropes handcuffs and chain, to keep you under my control, your body is my playground, I own your very soul
You wearing what I choose, you seem to wear a lot of lace, just the very thought of it brings a smile across my face
Maybe an abduction, thrown into the boot of a strangers car, not knowing what's happening next but you know you've travelled far
You put on a slow striptease, you give me the slow reveal, you love my admiration, when you're oozing sex appeal
In my kinky dreams and my poetry my limits have no bounds, I have control of everything, i decide on all the sights and sounds
Every dream we share is perfect, but always ends the same sad way, you are then gone and I'm alone to start a brand new day
THE KINKY POET