The perfect dream
Wrapped with the softest red lace with some curves just showing through, this would begin the perfect dream, if I could direct a dream with you
You'd turn in circles, you'd stroke your tits and bum, teasing from a distance, I'm so ravenous and want to cum
You move a little closer I hear the faint hum from your favourite toy, you push aside your panties and play for your poet boy
You are so fucking wet, you've made a sex puddle on the floor, you lick your juice from your toy and then you play some more
My memory card is getting full, I've taken so many pics, I'm getting very hot and horny, I can't help but lick my lips
Soon I can't wait no more for you, I start to plead and beg, you move just close enough for me to reach and stroke your leg
My hands run up your red stockings, you have such gorgeous thighs, the moment I reach your wet panties, you let out whimpers and some sighs
My fingers slide passed your lace, I push them deep inside, you spread your legs for me, your Rose is open wide
Soon you are on my bed, your pussy's resting on my face, together we are naked, on the floors there's crumpled lace
I tongue fuck till you cum, I'm covered in your precious juice, then you slide onto my shaft, our passions are wild and loose
Fucking hard and frantically, I've a desperate need to cream, the moment that I explode inside you, it ends my perfect dream
THE KINKY POET