The things we share
I've got you in the spreaders, your wrists are bound up tight, you are at the mercy of my sexual whims, your bodies mine tonight
There's no point in struggling now with this scarf you'll have no sight, with headphones you're in silence, you'll have no clue on this night
The only way you'll know where I am is when you feel me touch your skin, you will feel my warm breath on your pussy as my tongue just dives right in
I move across your body, I kiss and bite my way up your inner thighs, I listen to your quickening breath, I hear your moans and sighs
I love being in complete control, there's nothing I can't do, I love to bring you pleasure, with the kinky things I do to you
Bite marks on your gorgeous skin, show the places where I've been, I only leave marks on your private parts so they can't be seen
Once the fun is over it's now time for love and tender care, I shower you and dry you off, I just love the things we share
THE KINKY POET