Shower thoughts
Come into my shower room, just climb upon my lap, I cannot take my eyes of you, that arse I'd love to slap
Sit across facing me so I see the water running down your skin, let me soap your gorgeous curves, you'll be clean but full of sin
My hands would run wild over you, touching every curve, sensually I'd pull your nipples hard enough to awaken every sexual nerve
My kisses would smother you, my fingers would find a place to play, with soapy bubbles and your own lube they slide in all the way
Playing in the shower we probably won't get much cleaning done but that's a fair trade off if I get to make you sigh and cum
Just thinking of you being in here, my shower might have to be quite cold, it could be bloody freezing but if I could be so bold
I'd still be thinking naughty thoughts of what I do to you in the shower, now I can't shake you out my thoughts you must have some sort of naughty power
THE KINKY POET