Had you

Had you

Tied you up and tied you down, I've had you a million ways it seems, over a desk or on a chair, strung up to a beam

I've flogged you, I've spanked you, used toys In every hole, made you beg to let you cum, I've owned you heart and soul

Had you dressed up in sexy things, role plays my game of choice, whispered dirty things in your ear, in my deepest voice

A school girl, teacher, sexy nurse, I've even fucked you as a nun, but if I had to pick you as one thing a Pirate would be the one

Swashbuckling on the Seven Seas a flintlock and Cutlass by your side, I'd want you dressed in anything, I'd even let you decide

Nipple clamps, and Butt plugs, toys to bring you pleasure and some pain, anything to get you wet and to orgasm once again

So though we've shared so many scenes, sadly they are in my head, hopes and dreams of a crippled poet, alone writing in my bed

Ron