Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak

Poetic Ice