I Need It Kinky

No vanilla tonight, without some cherries and nuts;
Dildo that pussy as my cock is buried in butts;
Scary as fuck, I am very in lust…


Don’t say “I love you” when you kiss me;
Don’t touch me like you miss me;
Get out that strap-on and fuck me like a sissy!
Crush me like a titty in a laced-up corset;
Picturesque leather in your waist-up portrait;
Streaming mascara when I face-fuck force it.

Taste buds forfeit from the courses smothered;
I want you to torture me, the way I’ve tortured others;
Ask my former lovers if they remember
The great adventures; once blonde now gray contenders
Spending cuckold money on our May/December days together.
I need a change of weather from the conventional meeting;
My genitals seething from the wax that you’ve dripped;
Swollen whelps on the backs that you’ve whipped.

Slacks that you’ve ripped exposing eager tumescence;
I’m a student to whom you teach a few lessons;
I seek the pubescence of a freak who’s used weapons
To breach a few edges and who holds the power
To accommodate a few golden showers;
On the verge of cumming, but you hold for hours.

A new ode to scour for a change of your own;
Games you condone, racy or slow
With ladies you know or maybe you don’t;
Take the unknown and escape with it, so
many places to go while playing at home.

Faced with what’s known, this inkling embedder,
Is full of ideas – you think she’d get wetter?
Tickled, no doubt, be it pinky or feather;
If complacency’s fine, then just drink thee these letters,
But for cathartic erotica, kinky is better.