Roses Are Red…

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m using my hand
But I’m thinking of you

I’m taking my time
Moving slow
Touching softly
I’m starting to grow

I’m thinking of you
In my favourite pose
I’m getting faster
I’m coming close

A highlight reel
Of you and me
Flashes through my mind
As I achieve ecstasy

Now I sit
With myself in hand
Getting some tissues
Unable to stand

I share this intimacy
Right now with you
Hoping that the next time
My one will instead be our two

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From Kink, Volume 2

Internet Slut

I’m an internet slut,
attracting all the eyes,
hands down my pants,
satisfying the guys.

Getting paid,
following my pleasure,
doing what I like,
cumming at my leisure.

Don’t judge,
accept your jealousy,
you’re not as free,
nor sexy as me.

I know you wish,
secretly to copy,
because your efforts just,
leave your men floppy.

But they come back to me,
day after day,
with their time and attention,
oh yes and their pay.

You are too old-fashioned,
too prudish and afraid,
to embrace your sexuality,
and actually get laid.

So, call me a whore,
a trollop, or a tramp,
but we both know your sex game,
needs a serious revamp.

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From Kink, Volume 1