Late night thoughts

Late night thoughts

God how I hate the late nights just laying quietly on my own, nothing to do except think of you and then rhyme it on my phone

Sometimes rhymes are loving some are so often full of sin, stanzas full of kinkiness fueled by my desires held within

I think of being snuggled up or sending gentle kisses down your spine, or passion filled wild sex with me sipping your delicious pussy's wine

You sat across me grinding your wet pussy into my face, me lapping your cliterus hard and tongue fucking you at some furious pace

You tied up on your knees, your lips are painted red, one hand wrapped tightly in your hair as I force you give me head

You running blindly through the woods me horny and on the hunt, both knowing once you're caught I will own your juicy cunt

Your body will be my playground and I'll be free to play, I'll give you sexy orders and you'll do without question anything I say

All these naughty things swirl around in my kink filled head, god I better write it down in rhyme whilst I'm in my lonely bed

Ron