The Game
I don't write many "naughty" poems, but I thought that I would include one of two of them for those of you, who like me, have a cheeky sense of humour! Enjoy.
The Game.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
Take my hand, and
come with me,
We are going to play a game.
You can call me The Seductress,
If you want to know my name.
The rules are very simple.
I play the game to win,
By indulging you in fantasy,
In passion, and in sin.
I'll stroke you,
and caress you,
Tickle you, and tease,
To the point of sheer exhaustion,
That has you begging on your knees.
"More," you'll scream through breathless lungs,
Unable to get enough.
And don't you be too gentle,
Cos I like it really rough!
I'll kiss you all
over your body,
Starting with your lips,
With tongue action, and some biting,
Then, I'll move on to the whips.
With you face down on my pillow,
The whip will sting your back,
Before I move on to your buttocks,
Bringing it down with a poweful crack.
With your hands
cuffed to the headboard,
Tied secure in your repose,
I'll torture your flesh with my finger nails,
And feathers between your toes.
Through the pain and pleasure,
As sweat saturates your skin,
I'll lick you clean from head to foot,
Ready for the big one to begin.
Saddle up, ride
me cowboy.
Let's kick some dust in the air.
Gallop on, you magnificent stallion,
Till we have no energy spare.
Then collapse, contented and smiling,
Wait for our energy to return,
As we quietly smoke our cigarettes,
And, then go for a second burn.
The Game, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.