Mr Purple

My windows alight, bright lights
brightened sky, Shanghai at night
In the distance, a pale moonlight
caressing my skin, wonder if tonight..

why I wonder the desires’ strong
what I wanted, it’s where I belong
when I pleaded, you played along
how I always longed a passion’s song

months passed, I’m with no choice
cold winter night, where’s the noise
this body trembles, losing it’s voice
only with wild ecstasy, it will rejoice

As I recite them words, on my window
I will gaze the realms, the senses glow
Is it time to listen, my body only knows
hey Mr. Purple, let’s give them a show

I’m by the window, you against the wall
the show will go on, even in this little hall
innocence peep to the audience outdoor
a suspicious daze when I hear your roar

my precious Mr Purple,
your mushroom head I adore.
between my thighs and on my legs,
the music is folklore.
I longed for this wild sensation,
the rhythm on my skin is hardcore.
frantic, it has been awhile for such,
an orgasmic play with Pussy Galore!

As I stare out of the window, unsuspiciously
Mr Purple is opening the Pandora’s box unsuspectingly
my moist pink labia, I’m trying to
control relentlessly
finding its way, the good vibrations explores inside me shamelessly!

losing control the warmth reaches
the fringes of my belly,
shaking and squirming scented juices trickles down my pussy,
I dance to the tune of Mr Purple
letting it be in control totally,
a nymphomaniac, succumbing to
the five inches of magic, really!!

the face is against the window,
I’m in and out, and ouch!
breathing heavily, fucking Mr Purple
just raised a notch
that a passionate rubber sending shockwaves through my clit
helping me into frenzied climax, a reflection thats brightly lit!