The desk
Bent hard over the office desk, I really love to have you there, pinned down by my body's weight, with a fistfuls of your hair
My shaft buried deep inside you, the furniture moves with every thrust, tonight you are my plaything, we share a common trust
You give yourself to me, though I'm rough you're treated with love and care, I'm the one in total control whilst I have you there
I love to hear you moaning, I feel your juices running down your leg, I ram myself in deeper, just to hear you moan and beg
You plead me to go in deeper, you raise your hips to let me in, I love to start off slowly with just the tip when I begin
But soon we are flat out, I hold your hair like a horses mane, pounding you at full gallop for the time that does remain
Closer to the end now, with one last thrust I lose my creamy seed, I collapse across you over the desk, I've fulfilled my sexual need
THE KINKY POET