This is me
The log fires crackling it's producing a lovely sensual heat, you are reading my poetry whilst I'm sitting at your feet
Listening to you read my work out loud makes my fantasies seem true, I close my eyes and I'm living them and it's all because of you
You make every line so vivid, you paint sensual pictures in my mind, each stanza is filled with things of the most naughty kinky kind
When I'm listening to you read, I can't believe these lines are mine, I seem to get a outside view of myself, I've written myself in rhyme
Your voice has opened me up, my poems has shown the world my soul, when I first wrote my stuff that wasn't my intention or my goal
It started off as sort of a therapy when I became a broken man, now it is the much needed sexual release that only poetry can
Now I love bearing myself in rhyme I'm happy for people to know it's me, thank you for reading my thoughts, you've let my passions free
THE KINKY POET