Here to stay
Sexy and seductive lines pour like honey in your ear, the warmth of anticipation means, your poet must be near
Weaving his words like magic, he casts a sexual spell, you feel your panties dampening, you hope no one can tell
How did he get in your head, it's the middle of the day, he normally waits until bed time, before he comes out to play
Sending vivid pictures of kinky games, like films into your head or sliding in between your thighs when you're in your bed
Sending sensual kisses, creating heaven with his tongue, bringing you to orgasm many times before the night is done
Binding you to your bed, or locking you in a dungeon that's so damp and dark, with walls displaying toys of pain, to make your passions spark
So how did he get in your head, you've got no time to play, is it just a fleeting vist or is the poet here to stay
THE KINKY POET