woman in role play nurse's uniform hiding her face with her phone

Naughty Ones Know – Poem

I live being unclothed

Loving the feel of my hair on my back

But live in a world where naked is attacked

My hair brushes and

Shoulder blades

Pats and soothes me there

To take away someone’s’ hair

Is to take away some feeling of care

Our hair keeps us calm

At the end of a twiddler’s arm

Naughty boy, he made me laugh

Naked in the shower

Although the soul is close

The distance is not narrow

The glass could not have been thinner

As he wiggled all about

I thought sausages for dinner.

I wonder what is wrong with me

Lack of a good seeing to, probably

I do miss the tease, the flaunt

I can still worship at the front

But this alone cannot keep a man

Was this part of the plan?

I wish to truss up doctors like chickens

If I can.

Practice on them, as a woman on a man

Chickens that cluck and I won’t give a fuck

If they get caught up in chicken wire

In fact,

I’d send in a Rooster to stir up their desire

Gleefully I’d watch as it’s stops the blood flow

To their special parts

Then they’d know

Ah, I only jest, I think of the dancer

His wiggle, a giggle, one of the best yet

I can think about playthings

Plan scenes

But mesh makes intimacy a fantasy

But my mind still works.

Jerks.

I’m as sexy as can be

I’ve learnt to circumnavigate

My current barren state

I invite them to play with me

Yep

Role play is where I’m at

Down there is where you’re sat

A doctor you can be

A beautiful nurse

The woman of your dreams

She will know all that you need

Relax, chill and trust in me

In schemes, I’ll be stuck in your head

You will have me in your bed

But me, true me, remains aloof

Thinking about tea,

Sat here nakedly.

End.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris

This was written a few weeks ago, locked down under covid19 conditions.

I’d just been told my surgery for the TVT mesh removal would be postponed again as I have lung disease and they couldn’t possibly risk taking me into hospital. I wonder just how much longer I will be left like this. I make the most of it but cannot help being horny, bitter and a little twisted.

Thank you for reading.

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