kitty the naughty poet

The Queen of steam

His hot breath against her succulent skin

strokes the fire within the Queen of steam

striving to light up the night

like a bonfire on the beach

trading kisses with the moon

or fireworks on the fourth of July.

 

heated words of excitement

infused with devilish sin

twisted deep into a neat little rope

for her to play with (with him)

dishing out tricks with that delicious heat

him begging on bended knee for

the Queens steam

craving the warmth

as it rises from wanting skin