Good boy poet

Good boy poet

I've been such a very good boy poet, you say that I will get a prize, I wonder what I'll receive, perhaps a evening between your thighs

Perhaps your put on some lingerie and let me watch you play, then call me on to your bed, so I can get involved today

Role play or some bondage will you let me tie you up, perhaps you'll show me your gorgeous nipples, hanging out from inside a lacey cup

Oh there's so many things that you could give this deserving poet boy, maybe a short video of you playing with your favorite toy

God my minds racing, who knows if I'll get something for being good, I know it sounds very cheeky but I really think I should

Well I guess I must wait and hope, what will be I guess will be but a poet can be hopeful, you'll pick something nice for me

But maybe you don't like good boys, I'd get more gifts if were bad, I'd have to change my attitude, though that would make me sad

Because at heart I'm a good boy, though I write about naughty things most of the time, really they are just my fantasies, I've just written down in rhyme

Ron