No charge
Oh that damn poet has put dirty thoughts inside your head, you're now horny and worked up whilst your all alone in your comfy bed
Things start to tingle you start to feel the dampness between your thighs, your pull hard at your nipples and release some sensual sighs
You slide your hands towards your ready flower, your fingers dance upon your slit, soon you realise tonight you're not getting enough relief from it
You reach towards your bedside cabinet, looking for your special friend, you know a few minutes with him and your frustration will surely end
You hunt through the top drawer, oh no your friends not there, you must of left him somewhere else, you try to think just where
Oh yes it's in the living room you had it in there the other day, you were reading naughty poetry and had a little play
Soon you are back in bed, you flick the switch waiting for that friendly hum, oh shit there's only silence as for power there was none
You didn't put your friend on charge, now your horny and you're mad, you must try to sleep randy, I guess that's just to bad
THE KINKY POET