Sex wars
I'm gonna keep these damp red lace panties as my prize for winning our sexual war, I've left you for dead and exhausted, wasted on the floor
Clothes strewn about the place, furniture moved about the house, you've gone from a raging Tiger to a timid little Mouse
You've got bite marks on your skin, you repaid me with clawing and left your lipstic smeared across my face, remnants of our passionate war, of which I set the pace
It was you who begged for mercy, because your body couldn't take no more, I pounded you with my arsenal I owned your very core
Hard and fast we played it, tonight you told me you wanted the sex real rough, I did has you asked of me until you said you'd had enough
My face covered in your juice, I swear I very nearly drown, It would have been a lovely kinky way to die, DEATH BY GOING DOWN
Now the sex battle's over and you full of my creamy seed, I will treat you like the Queen you are and fulfill your every need
THE KINKY POET