An Ode To Brats

Author: Miss Coochie Couture

I’m locked away within my cage

My pussy smells of socks and sage

I’ve been left alone for what feels like hours

With fading memories of golden showers,

The chains still cold, my arse still hot

My legs are bound in a granny knot

I’m fucking bored, my nips are sore

Just waiting for her to step back through the door

I miss her voice, her smile, her eyes,

Her toes, her knees, her creamy thighs

I need to cum, her finger in my twat

If only I’d shut up and not been a brat

So here I lay, paying for my crime

Googling words to help finish this rhyme

Something, something, something, something thorny

Can’t think right now, I’m far too horny