Friday

Today you told me how you like it rough  
Hands around your neck  
choking you just enough  
to feel the magic rush    
And how a little bit of pain    
makes the pleasure so much better      
as you are pounded into lust    
Want it rampant, skin on skin    
Said your sex smells of sweet sin    
No time for fancy lingerie    
It's not your thing    
But how you like nice clean shaved balls    
The easier to lick, nibble, suck and maul    
That story of fucking on the washing machine good vibrations really set the scene    
naked cigarettes in dark summer air    
Warm breeze stirring your body's hair    
God I know writing this is wrong    
But all this talk puts the ding on my dong