I hunger for your touch
The moment my hand touches your skin, my fires of desire start to burn, hunger grows inside of me, my body aches with yearn
With every inch of you that I cover I make a mental map inside my mind, so I can re-create sexy scenarios of the kinky kind
I imagine we are alone miles away, in a cabin in the woods, doing all the naughty stuff, the way kinky lovers should
Or I have you in a dungeon I crash the flogger on your skin, I leave welts upon you, sore reminders born from sin
You are tied up on my bed, surrounded by a box of naughty things, I decide which one to use and know the pleasure that it brings
Tenderness and kinky pain a mixture of sexual pleasure, I put my ideas down in stanzas, they are my kinky written treasures
Bring yourself close to me, I desire my first hungry touch, come to me in my dreams, I need you oh so much
THE KINKY POET