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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
3 years ago. January 13, 2021 at 12:54 AM

Helping hand

Sitting at your desk at work, the phone ain't stopped today, you wished you were somewhere else, anywhere else with time to play

But at least you're wear your pretty dress, you look cute in the Summers Sun, just the right length to show your legs but cover up your bum

You love the silky material on your legs, its drapes across your skin, you find it quite a turn on, your mind drifts off to sin

Is it imagination or did something stroke your leg, oh let it be your office Imp, inside you start to beg

Yes it is I've come to play, to provide some light relief, so gently spread your legs my sweet, and let me slide off your lacy briefs

You feel your panties sliding off, whilst people ring your phone, office co workers chatting, to them I'm still unknown

I live inside your mind, I'm curled up in your heart, ready to lick and fuck you, we're never far apart

You feel my hands on your thighs, I push up your Summer dress, I'm your dirty office Imp whose needs you cant suppress

You feel my tongue at your ankle, I'm creeping up your inner thigh, you know I'm gonna pleasure you, you let out a quiet sigh

Tongue encircling up your leg, I'm aiming for your cunt, I'm desperate for your cliterus, for juice I'm on the hunt

You position yourself on the chair so I can do all the things I choose, to relieve you of your stressful day, to destroy the workday blues

My fingers part your pussys lips, it's always warm and wet, ready for your office Imp who hasn't touched you yet

Slowly my digits pull and tease your juicy swollen clit, rubbing it and pulling, I flick it for a bit

My fingers go inside your hole, I love your shaven mound, juices running freely, my sexy muse I've found

Finger fucking under the desk, is quite a awkward task, when colleague's always ringing you, with questions they must ask

But you keep your composure, though my tongues now in your lips, flicking, sucking hunting juice, I drink you in small sips

Orgasm getting closer you take off your headset and head off to the loo, I'll be waiting in the stall, my cock it screams for you

I'll bend you over the toilet seat, I'll fuck you from behind, there be no time for gentle, were on the clock this time

Deeper harder fucking, you've cum so hard this time, with a few more pushes I'm finished the release was mine this time

You tidy up your pretty dress, your panties back in their rightful place, you've had your piece of office relief, you've a smile across your face

Sitting back at your desk, your seat is slightly wet, you wonder if your colleagues know, the relief from me you get

Look at them all buzzing around, like some office flies, do they know you've just cum, can they see it in your eyes

For me my job is done, your boredom now is gone, by a few moments of minding fucking from your favourite Ron

Ron

 

 


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