TWENTY FOUR, SEVEN
It's late at night I'm laid here all alone thoughts of you running through my head, I wonder do you lay at home and think of me when you're tucked up in your bed
Like me do have mental pictures do they play inside your brain, do you get sexy scenarios of us having fun in a public place like in a compartment of a moving train
I wonder what you'd wearing, for me it's sexy red lingerie of lace, do you even have a favourite outfit, I wonder what would you choose to make your heartbeat race
By now I'm wide awake there's no way I can get you out my brain, as one kinky scenario ends another thought of you creeps in to replace it and a new movie starts again
I wonder like me do you touch yourself I know you don't write your thoughts of me in rhyme, I know you read my erotica I hope you see yourself described in every line
Every stanzas pays you homage you are my one and only kinky Queen, if I'm awake I'm thinking about you if I'm asleep you're always in my dream
In my lonely life you are my perfect girl my little slice of kinky heaven, I love having you in my head and heart you're with me TWENTY FOUR, SEVEN
THE KINKY POET
