The real thing
I can see your desperation, it shows so plainly in your eyes, I can see you want me nestled in between your gorgeous thighs
My mouth wrapped around your flower, sipping the juice which lies within, moisture made by your mind, when you think of sin
You're thinking of your favourite things, things that bring pleasure mixed with pain, the more you think about it, the more your pussy seeps like rain
In your mind your tired up tight, on each nipple is a clamp, the thought of being used and abused simply makes you damp
Lost in wild submission, you are a playground for sex fun, he takes you in every hole, he loves your pussy, mouth and bum
You're tired of just thinking and just dreaming, you want to live the life for real, you want to find a dominant, who will really make you squeal
One to protect you through the rough times, to be the one who is your guide, one to face the world with, to stand there by your side
THE KINKY POET