No space
You tell me you want my body as much as I want you, let's go and find a quiet spot and see what we can do
Maybe in a deep dark wood, or perhaps in a hotel room, I'd take you in a closet where we keep the mop and broom
We can find ourselves a private place somewhere we can fool around, somewhere no one can hear us a place we can't be found
What about an old graveyard in the middle of the night, no one would find us there, they'd be put off by the fright
There must be somewhere I can have you to myself for play, I only want some privacy it's not much to ask to the gods I pray
I want to shower you in kisses, indulge in some kinky fun, do the things I've thought of doing to you things to make you cum
So we've agreed we want each other, we just need a quiet space, my dreams would be truly fulfilled if your wearing some soft Red lace
So for now we pretend to just be friends until we get a chance to fuck, I wish people would just give us space but it seems so doubtful with our luck
THE KINKY POET