by DampKitten
It says within the Good Book
In words quite plain and clear
To steal is not correct at all
And so, I say, my dear
If I came across your open door
And entered your dwelling to see
You, bikini clad, on the floor
My thoughts would be only of me
And how I could steal
A sloppy kiss or loving lick
Good job I always carry
My strap-on rubber dick
Before you could utter a squeal or a shout,
I'd snip your straps
And get your tits out
I'd slip my lubed dildo
Into the slit 'twixt your thighs
And I'd steal away the shock
That I'd see in your eyes.
How could such an invitation be refused?
Tight bikini bottom, succulent ass, and an open door.
All for the price of a pair of earrings.
Such is the life of a gentle burglar!
You have a way with your thoughts you put into words. Love you work, wanting more.