To the shop we go
Laying together on our bed, clothes strewn wildly across the floor, the remnants of the evenings kinky sexual war
Ropes untied on the bedposts, toys used and left upon a side, Butt plugs and nipple clamps and things to spread you wide
Lubricant and a candle and small puddles on the floor, little wet reminders of the ice cubes that were here before
You run your hands across your skin, the small bites have left their mark, passionate moments emblazoned on you, made by claw marks in the dark
I have the same sting from where your claws have racked my spine, you have your spoils of war and the welts you've left are mine
We clear all the fun away, we sit and chat about the night, you decide we need to do this regularly but you want to plan it right
We go to the kinky shop with a extensive kinky playtime list, so you can make a playtimes great and go with extra kinky twist
THE KINKY POET