Late night thoughts
God how I hate the late nights just laying quietly on my own, nothing to do except think of you and then rhyme it on my phone
Sometimes rhymes are loving some are so often full of sin, stanzas full of kinkiness fueled by my desires held within
I think of being snuggled up or sending gentle kisses down your spine, or passion filled wild sex with me sipping your delicious pussy's wine
You sat across me grinding your wet pussy into my face, me lapping your cliterus hard and tongue fucking you at some furious pace
You tied up on your knees, your lips are painted red, one hand wrapped tightly in your hair as I force you give me head
You running blindly through the woods me horny and on the hunt, both knowing once you're caught I will own your juicy cunt
Your body will be my playground and I'll be free to play, I'll give you sexy orders and you'll do without question anything I say
All these naughty things swirl around in my kink filled head, god I better write it down in rhyme whilst I'm in my lonely bed
THE KINKY POET