The bed Imp

The bed Imp

I'm hiding in your bedroom, I'm snuggled in your bed, waiting for you to slide in, then so softly I will tread

I'll start at your ankles, and nibble up your inner thigh, you won't know its me, but you will simply sigh

Further up past your knees, I can see your panties Lace, you feel a kind of quiver, it puts a smile upon your face

Slowly I'm at your shaven mound, I pull the Lace aside, I gently part your pussy's lips and I poke my tongue inside

You begin to react to me, your hands go to your tits, cupping them you fondle, massage them for a bit

My forked tongue around your clit, nibble fingers play inside, pushing them in deeper as my hand you start to ride

Pushing down with your hips, your juices start to flow, deeper harder grinding, as your need begins to grow

Your pulling at your nipples hard, you want to feel some pain, you need to find that ecstasy before you cum again

I'm busy eating you, I slide two fingers in your ass, this drives you crazy, but all good things must come to pass

You can't hold it any longer, you buck, you moan and scream, my tongue gets its just rewards, I'm licking at your cream

Laying there in beads of sweat, your sheets are warm and damp, saited but exhausted, your fingers hurt with cramp

My job is done and over now, its time to leave your bed, climb up and snuggle down, back inside your head

For I'm not a real Imp, I'm just here to help you wank, by sending you sexy poetry, the Imp you'll never thank

Ron