Naughty thoughts
Oh how I love the sound of the click has the handcuffs are put on tight, I love the bruises they leave from where I tried to fight
Red marks across my cheeks as the flogger bites my skin, hand prints from the spanking made on a night of sin
Bite marks on my thighs make a path upto my awaiting rose, finger pressure marks on my hips, I love the purple colour that it goes
Burn marks from the rope I love the pretty pattern that it leaves, the sting of a teachers cane when I have failed to please
Paddles leave a awesome bruises, they make it hard to sit, you get a lovely constant ache from the places that they hit
Hidden marks adorn my body they're all covered by my clothes, to the vanilla world I look innocent but there's a few that truly knows
A few people know I love to play, they know I have a need for pain, fortunately no one can see anything when im dressed or what's going on inside my brain
THE KINKY POET