Throbbing, soaking wet

Throbbing, soaking wet

You're laying in your bed late at night, you get that certain need, desires running through you, your pussy needs to feed

You knew reading his poetry would put you in the mood, you slide out your Pjs, your laying in the nude

You start stroking your neck, your body tingles deep inside, you pull at your nipples, the moans you try to hide

Muffling the sounds from those in your house, it kind of gets you hot, harden nipples in your hands, you squeeze with all you've got

Pain and pleasure rushes through you, your hands go to your cunt, wet, soaking waiting, for your parted lips you hunt

Moist, wet and ready, you make deep circles on your clit, biting your bottom lip for silence as your fingers dive into your slit

Warm juice swallow you, you start a slow and steady push, you feel yourself spasm as your juices fly out with a whoosh

You knew that would happen, when you cum you always squirt, you've used it in a chat up line, you saucy little flirt

Sheets form a wet patch, your juice has soaked your bed, that doesn't matter now, you're busy fucking in your head

Three fingers buried deep, you're in need of your favorite sex toy, silent yet powerful, you call him your "special boy"

Deep vibrating penetration, he makes you cum again, juice flying everywhere, it looks like you've been caught out, naked in the rain

Back arched, quiet moans, your toy has done its deed, you lay in a cum soaked bed, you've calmed your aching need

You move to the dry side, you rest your weary head, that'll teach you to read his poetry, late at night, whilst laying in your bed

His words paint vivid pictures, those pictures turn you on, all from some erotic stanzas, written by that poet Ron

Ron