Pleasure City

 

Brat
Don’t act shitty
I know you’re guilty
But punishment for punishment’s sake
Would just be a pity
You know I think you’re pretty
And witty
So just give me a moment of tranquility
Then
I’ll ravish you
And your kitty
Pulling hair
And tweaking your titty
Have you pleading
To be allowed just an itty bitty bit of time
Between my words and a bit of butt hitty
Soon
I’ll have you giddy
Toes curled
Wet
Weak at the knees and ready
It’s time to play
And I’m gonna keep you busy
Up all night with me
On a tour of your body
You know what?
From now on
I’ll call you my pleasure city


 
Z.P. Phillips

Z.P. Phillips moves into the edge of restraint and release, penning poetry and stories that seduce and sting. His work entwines lust with language, celebrates desire in every form, and opens the door to kinks kept hidden in the dark. Out now: Kink volumes 1, 2, & 3.

https://www.kinkypoetry.com/
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