Mums best friend
Is it me or just the weather it always seems hotter when your near, I try to blame it on the Sun but it's my desires I think that's clear
I wonder do you even realise the way you simply turn me on, just by doing a gesture and how my heart breaks the very moment that you've gone
How electricity runs through me if you accidentally touch my skin, I'm so very glad you can't read my mind it's full of naughty kinky sin
I compose myself around you I try to act casual just cool, inside my heartbeat is pounding furiously and it's a struggle not to drool
Everytime I see you i can't help myself I always start to smile, I pray you'd pop over and chat to my mum even if it's for just a little while
I love to hang around and watch you I hate it when I'm told to go out the room and shut the door, I always close it slowly so I can see you for a little bit more
I know you're much older than me and I know I'm your oldest friends son, I'd give anything to kiss your painted lips, I pray one day I might get one
THE KINKY POET