Caleb! Caleb! You make Tessa wet,
Amid erotic letters and handcuffs threat,
Your ravenous desire for her touch,
Ruffles the bed sheet I firmly clutch.
The blindfolds, the sinister foreplays,
A muffled groan, as my imagination strays.
When you surge smearing the whipped cream,
Your feral dominance makes her scream.
My heart drops onto the floor,
Wondering why don’t you reside next door.