The hands of time
The hands of time goes so slowly when I'm waiting to go to bed, I can't wait to get snuggled in and rest my weary head
All day I've thought about drifting off into a sexy dream, where I will find you waiting for me then where I'd fill you with my cream
Some dreams are soft and tender, we're on a beach of golden sand, or skipping through a meadow, together hand in hand
Then some are really sleazy, you're dressed up like a dirty kinky whore, where I'd have my way with you, then toss you on the floor
Sometimes I'm a stalker, a voyeur hiding in the dark, peering through your windows looking for an erotic spark
Or I might be your master, I've got you as my sexual slave, there at my beck and call, to do all that I might crave
I'll keep you in a dark and dingy dungeon chained up until I want to play, then you will do my bidding, never questioning what I say
My name written on your flesh, I'd take sexy pictures on my phone, you're ordered to send me sexy videos to watch when I'm alone
All these things are possible, once into a dream I creep but the hands of time move so slowly, when I can't drift off to sleep
THE KINKY POET
