Private time

Private time

My mind is full of wild fantasies, going over in my head, whilst my body lays broken, stuck inside this bed

I try my best to make you hot, or even better make you wet, each stanza brings you closer to a orgasm you've not met

Graphic porn in word form, Sapiosexual is my game, making you ache for some sex, simply is my aim

My words creep inside your mind, your body starts to jiggle, you feel yourself getting wetter, now as you walk you wiggle

Hunger building up inside, each line of rhyme strokes the spot, you're in work at the office but self controls something you've not got

A hand slides beneath your desk, you can feel the warm wet damp, you close your legs tightly, hoping you don't get a pussy cramp

You wiggle to the restroom, you close the cubicle door, you feel such a wave of relief, when your panties hit the floor

One hand on the phone, the other working on your spot, reading sexy poetry, giving your cliterus all you've got

Faster you rub your pussy, like Aladin with his lamp, he got a Genie, you just got more wet and damp

Then you feel the tide building, your orgasm about to surge, you feel the need to scream out loud, but you must resist the urge

Juices shoot down the bowl, you quiver, shake and jerk, you must gather yourself quickly and get on back to work

So here's a little lesson, about reading my sexy poetic rhyme, don't do it whilst at work, save it for your private time

Ron