You'll always have a seat
I'll never leave you standing, you'll always have a place, there will always be a seat for you, for as long as I have a face
You'll find it very comfy, I'm sure you'd be happy when you sit, I'd just pull aside your red lace panties and pay attention to your slit
So lower yourself across me, my mouth is hungry for a taste, soak my beard in your sex, each drips to good to waste
Use my face like a custom made to fit saddle, come take me for a ride, start off trotting and then we gallop, my tongue pushed deep inside
You'd be nice and comfortable, from your Chalice of sex I'd take slow sips, you'd have no fear of falling off, I'd be holding tightly to your hips
So climb aboard the orgasm express, you're in first class on my train, destination is the land of erotica, on the way I'll melt your brain
So get across me quickly, your seats reserved, my face is your royal throne, I will pay your pussy homage, then write about it on my phone
THE KINKY POET