A sexual rage
Prowling back and forth, I watch you with a hunger but I'm locked in my cafe, peering through my captive bars, I'm full of a sexual rage
You move around my cage only stopping to give me a quick flash, I reach through the bars, desperately I try to claw and slash
Glimpses of your body, bare skin or draped in soft Red lace, if I was out there I'd devour you, not a inch would go to waste
You put on my favourite outfit, you love to dance and tease, soon I'm on my hands and knees, begging for release but you ignore my plea's
I watch you touch yourself, how I wish your hands were mine, touching all my favourite places, your body looks so hot, you truly are devine
You pull up your little dress, your fingers stroke the damp red lace, you slowly part your moistened pussy, your eyes are fixed right on my face
You play with your sacred place, only stopping to take a taste, I can't take my eyes off you, a single blink would be a waste
I'm forbidden to ever touch myself, no self gratification whilst I'm in my cage, so I'm left horny and frustrated, I'm so full of a sexual rage
THE KINKY POET