Wand relief
Laying on your damp bed sheets, your wand resting on your thigh, your heartbeats still fluttering as you release a needed sigh
You close your and start to think of the things which inspired you to play, how reading that erotic poem made you horny throughout the day
The stanzas filled with naughtiness descriptions of all things he likes to do, bondage and nipple play and eating pussy too
Dressed up in sexy underwear, in rhyme it's always lace and Red, scenarios of kinky places, from a dungeon to your bed
The words make your pussy throb, your juices start to flow, you run your hands across your panties, a damp patch starts to grow
You get home eat and shower, you now need a little play, you climb onto your soft bed and go into the drawer where your wand does lay
You close you eyes and then flip the switch, you hear a well known hum, you drift off to erotica, knowing soon you'll get to cum
THE KINKY POET