First impressions count
I was sitting in my wheelchair has you stepped lightly off the train, you looked so curvy and devine, naughty thoughts ran through my brain
I wanted you to see passed the chair, to show you I wasn't weak, I grabbed you by the hair, even before you got to speak
Hair wrapped tightly in my fist. I pull you down to me with pace, you're shocked by the show of dominance, I could see it on your face
The time you took to paint your sexy lips, obviously was a waste, the Red smudged with ease, I was so hungry for a taste
With I tight grip of your hair plainly I was the one in full control, forceful and sexual, I used you like a doll
Our tongues were soon in battle both pitted in a erotic war, I kept on pushing harder, a kiss like you've never had before
I hoped I didn't frighten you, I wanted to show power in a small amount, to prove I was worth the train ride and i knew first impressions count
THE KINKY POET