Sex war

Sex war

Exhausted and breathing hard, lying amongst clothes strewn across the floor, remnants of kinky sex, what's left from last night's war

Memories flash before my eyes, of you wearing soft Red lace, thoughts of all the kinky toys, makes my heartbeat race

My body aching from the war, bruises and claw marks fresh upon my skin, I can still feel the bite marks made during our night of sleazy sin

But every ounce of pain was worth it, each one was born from a kinky lust, rope marks and grazes, all made with love and trust

I look down as you look up, whilst your head's was resting on my chest, I can see that you're satisfied, its the look I love the best

Now the kinky war is over so now has ended the night of pleasure, I'll drift off to sleep still smiling, it's another night I'll treasure

In the morning we have breakfast, we discuss last nights kinky time, later on in a quiet moment I put the awesone evening into rhyme

Ron