Raging fire
Desires wash over me when you come into my mind, I start to have sexy thoughts of the most naughty kinky kind
Bondage, sex toys I've even imagined you locked up in a cage, there awaiting my pleasure, to release my sexual rage
Hanging you off a high beam, a leather flogger crashes against your skin, dildos of different sizes, buried deep within
Smudging your painted lipstick, staring intently at your face, running my hands wildly across your curves, feeling outfits of red lace
Nipple clamps, butt plugs, you're my sex toy for the night, strapping you to a bench, with bonds done up real tight
Biting at your tender flesh, little bruises forming as I go, I place them discreetly on you, so only you know
Filling every single hole you are my sexual playground, you I own, I take some sexy photographs and keep them on my phone
I never know when you'll spring to mind, when I'll be awash with wild desire, I love to feel this need for you, it's like a raging fire
THE KINKY POET