Brain full of naughtiness
I have a case of incessant lust, everytime you come to mind, I can't but help but think of naughty things ofa sexual kind
You being abducted, at night you're dragged into a van, drove off to a cabin in the woods by a dressed in black masked man
Or picked up in a club, going outside with a stranger for some fun, having to readjust your clothing after the naughty deed was done
Held captive in a tower, a sad Princess waiting for her Knight, him riding a White charger, come to rescue you at night
Bondage and beatings being my very own kinky sexy slave, there awaiting my orders, there to do all the things I crave
I've imagined you in a million outfits, from a school to a nun but you dressed in Red lingerie is by far my favourite one
It's difficult to concentrate with all these naughty things running through my brain, it just starts the moment I see you, when you board the morning train
THE KINKY POET