I've
a friend that likes to role play
I'm
the Boy and he's the Sir
these
sexual desires burn like fires
it's
rough kinky sex that we prefer
stripped
naked I except his collar
then
he restrains me with rope
burn
like fires these sexual desires
lustful
and crazed all else is remote
he
covers my eyes with a blindfold
I
see different shades of black
these
sexual desires burn like fires
he
rubs my ass and gives it a smack
laid
back in the sling arms re restrained
ass
exposed legs in the air
burn
like fires these sexual desires
with
him I do things I wouldn't dare
spreading
my cheeks he caressed my hole
teasing
it with his dickhead
these
sexual desires burn like fires
he
knows what I need, no words need said
primed
and lubed I'm ready for his cock
he
grabs the sides of the sling
burn
like fires these sexual desires
forcing
his way past my anal-ring
hands
on my throat he quickens his pace
both
of us are very close
sexual
desires can burn like fires
we
both reach ecstasy and explode
ZaniLa Rhyme Poem
Copyright © 2014 by
Patrick B Vince
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