Doing the deed
The moon is riding high in the sky and you are on my mind, naughty, saucy cheeky thoughts of the kinky kind
In my mind you're in my bed, you're wearing my favourite soft Red lace, you are looking at me, you can see the hunger on my face
It started off with kissing, we were soon entwined moulded into one, I pull you across me, my hands are firmly on your bum
Your lace panties are pulled aside so my manhood can slide inside your slit, before i push myself inside I rub my helmet on your clit
With my hands on your hips i control how hard you rise and fall, as you come down I push up, I want you to take it all
You begin to ride me faster, your claws are now buried in my chest, you grind yourself hard onto me, you truly are the best
Soon we at full flow, I was getting closer to letting go my seed, your juice and my cream mixes, we had finished our sexual deed
THE KINKY POET