Hi peeps this is a poem for Xsky we had a lovely chat the other day and I offered to write her something she gave me the kitchen idea, I'm posting it with her permission. I hope you all enjoy it like she did.
Again thanks Xsky for your kindness and support
Kitchen fuck
I walked into the kitchen my Goddess is standing there, apart from a retro apron she was totally bare
The smell of her cooking filled the room with a heavenly taste, I slid up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist
I kissed her neck softly whispered sweet honey in her ear, she pushed herself onto me her intentions were so clear
She turned off the dinner as she turned I swear time stood still, though we've been together ages she still gives me such a thrill
I pulled at her apron strings it slid down on the floor, I only came in to see what's for dinner but now I'm craving more
I kiss down her gorgeous neck her nipples harden to the touch, I suck and nip at them knowing she loves that oh so much
I back her up to the kitchen table with a hop she's on it, I open her legs real wide, I drop to me knees before her I can see she's glistening deep inside
I bite along her inner thigh I love to leave a reminder on her skin, so she'll feel it in the morning to make her smile and grin
At last my tongue reaches her, I dance firey patterns on her clit, my fingers spread her petals as I finger fuck her slit
Soon she is ready she whispers I need your big hard cock, as I guide my manhood in her she begins to rock
Long slow thrusts as we move together in perfect time, even as we're fucking I can see this down in rhyme
So she's getting closer she has that fuck me harder face, she pulls me tight into her I know it's time to pick up the pace
I pull out and spin her over she's in the perfect position for me to pound, as I thrust hard and deep I listen to her juicy sound
She begins to quiver and shake, she shouts asking if she can cum, I tell not until I say so and I'm not nearly done
But soon her tight pussy has me in it's magic grip, I can feel myself cumming as my self control begins to slip
I let loose the hounds of passion, I tell her she can cum, together we explode and our kitchen fuck was done
We clean up the table, we shower and go to bed, the dinner is in the fridge, now that eatings gone right out my head
THE KINKY POET
