Whilst I'm in my bed

Whilst I'm in my bed

God I'm feeling horny, there's only one thing that I can do, that's to go to my mobile phone and write poems based on you

Write about your gorgeous curves, how I could watch you move all day, how I'd love to be with you, how I'd spend the day at play

Kissing you so forcibly, making sure you knew you're mine, having kinky dirty sex, sipping your pussy's delicious wine

Entwined in your body, synchronised we'd move as one, fucking all through the night, until we greet the Sun

I'd use you as my playground, I'd own you body, mind and soul, I'd use every inch of you, I'd try to break each hole

Pulling your hair, clawing at your flesh, in a wild desire I'd devour you, to taste your gorgeous body, is a thing i need to do

Now I'm even more revved up, your stuck inside my head, it inspires kinky poetry, the dirty stuff I write, whilst I'm in my bed

Ron