A empty bed again

A empty bed again

Can we do the sort of things I only think about when I'm on my own, the really sleazy kinky things I write about in rhyme on my mobile phone

Things I've never ever tried but the sort of stuff that makes you scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure that always makes you lose your cream

Me eating you hard and fast, your legs spread for me opened wide, my goatee covered in your sex juice as my tongues buried deep inside

The pain of your painted nails as you drag them down my spine, the sighs and moans of carnal pleasure we'd both make would truly be sublime

To hear the low hum as your favourite sex toy runs across your skin, the excitement of watching spit on the tip before you slowly guide it in

Pictures on my phone of the naughty outfit you were wearing a few hours before, I can see it strewn around the room now they've been tossed upon the floor

Oh how I'd love to try all these sexy thoughts that run inside my brain, I guess I better write another piece as I'm still alone in this empty bed again

Ron