Cream
The candles are lit you're in your bed relaxed and on your own, you flick through your social media then read my naughty poems on your phone
You get that funny tingling your heart begins to race, you're having naughty thoughts now, there's a smile across your face
You start to stroke your nipples they go hard as you pull and twiddle, you slid your hand down to your already wet pussy and have a little fiddle
The wetness lubes your fingers, they slide effortlessly across your clit, soon you are hungry for more so you ram them in your slit
Fingers doing what they do best, in moments they've found the spot, soon your in ecstasy, giving your pussy all you've got
Soon your eyes are closed your head is tossed back you slowly begin to cum, you try to make it last a little longer but you.know that can't be done
You reach over to your bedside drawer, you pull out your "Special friend" you push it onto your throbbing clit, your now racing to the end
Soon you're breathing faster, you're alone so you can scream, a wave of orgasm flows over you, as your pussy starts to cream
THE KINKY POET