Let's have textual intercourse
Let's have textual intercourse, it's like fucking on the phone, sending kinky messages, that you read whilst you're on your own
Descriptions of scenarios, explanations of what i'd do, if instead of being on your own in bed, I was there with you
Kinky little comments, designed to make you moist and wet, replies sent to make me hard, from the dirty thoughts I'd get
Telling each other what we'd do, perhaps even get a naughty pic, of you dressed in Red lingerie, to make me stroke my dick
I'll send you snippets of sexy poetry, to read whilst playing with your slit, you reading to the sound of a low hum, as the wand throbs against your clit
Little sex notes sent whilst we're at work, reminders during during our busy day, just ideas of what we want to do, on the next time we get to play
Going through the toys we have, from floggers, butt plugs and our nipple clamps, sent to get you thinking kinky, sent to get your panties damp
THE KINKY POET