Dream date
You asked me what my dream date would be, were would I like to go, would I like to go to a fancy restaurant or perhaps catch a Broadway show
Both of them sound lovely but if I could go to the place of which I dream, it would be a dark secluded dungeon, where no one could hear me scream
Flowers and romance is all well and good but it's really not my thing, I'd rather be tied up and flogged I'm into pain and that kinky sort of thing
We could go for a picnic in a field full of pretty flowers but I'd rather you take to my orgasms edge and leave me there for hours
We could stare aimlessly forever into each others adoring eyes but I'd rather you were eating me, I'd prefer your head between my thighs
Yes I like painting we could go to an art gallery and have a look around, but I'd rather you bent me over and got behind me then really is began to pound
See your idea of a perfect date isn't the same as mine and far more different than you think, you're thinking of sweet and pretty things but my dream date is full of kink
THE KINKY POET