Visuals
When your bodies broken, other things come into play, you still get all your cravings, so you have to sait them in a different way
Visuals are my favourite thing, I dream of you in outfits nearly every night, from school girls, to belly dancers, or in PVC so tight
Chained up like a slave girl, or a damsel in distress, or a beautiful Disney princess in a ballgown dress
Princess leia from starways, with a collar on a chain, all of these sexy visuals, nightly run riot in my brain
As the Queen from days of old, I'd be your champion Knight, defender of the weak and poor, fighting for justice, truth and right
Or maybe a comic book character, Wonder women or Cat woman would be fun, wearing all that black leather, sculptured nicely on your bum
A nurse or a air stewardess, as a police woman you'd look cute, I promise I'd go quietly, you'd have no need to shoot
All of these pictures I dream of you are stored deep in my head, somehow bring me close to you, when I'm in my bed
But if I had to pick one visual, one look, my favourite piece of art, it would be the one of you just smiling, the visual I carry in my heart
THE KINKY POET