Damn that man of rhyme
Lying in your bath of bubbles you're relaxed the water feels devine, your mind wanders to a certain naughty man who teases you in rhyme
His naughty words and verbal images are still running in your brain, you slowly feel the stirrings you're feeling horny once again
You lean back and close your eyes searching for his stanzas in your head, but find only snippets of you tied down to his bed
Him nestled between your thighs eating slowly from your Rose, his tongue lapping frantically, you're not quite sure how it goes
Slowly your hands begin to caress your curves your nipples harden to your touch, you feel your hands glide further down their destination is your crutch
Fingers part your soft warm petals your clits throbbing hard and fast, already you're excited you don't know how long you'll last
Circles running around your clit, mix with the dirty thoughts playing in your mind, kinkyness and pleasures of the sexual kind
Soon your hands are fucking you, how do you wish those hands were mine, damn that ruined a relaxing bath, damn that man of rhyme
THE KINKY POET