End our day
Exhausted and depleted I'm left here laying on the floor, body still shaking in ecstasy I cannot take no more
Marks from the nights passions feel tender on my skin, there be some reminders tomorrow from this night of sin
Clothes strewn everywhere I can still hear a buzzing from my toy, he could have at least turned it off that lazy poet boy
How the war started I must confess I'm not quite sure, I only gave him a kiss hello as he came through the front room door
It ignited his passions, like a grenade I pulled his pin, it sent him into a frenzy, he obviously must of been full of kinky sin
Kisses turned to touching, soon we were both naked having fun, he was buried deep in me, my nails were buried in his bum
Then we moved into our bedroom all the toys came out to play, he used me as his plaything, what a way to end our day
THE KINKY POET
