The curve of a mischievous smile,
The curve of hips,
The height of heels,
Mistress A is perfection,
As hot as the shiny black latex,
Which clings to the contours of her skin.
And oh, how she would make you crawl,
Just to take a dismissive word,
From those blood red lips.
If you had the world,
You would give it all,
For a single touch,
From those fingertips,
Such is worship,
Such is desire.
Power is in a woman who knows,
For a single kiss,
An army of men would fall,
A woman who could swallow you whole,
And spit out only the bones,
Leaving you a nameless slave.
She is a picture on your wall,
She’s putting you in a rubber mask,
Zipping you up.
She is an actress in a filthy play,
She is beautiful and she is all,
Kiss her toes,
And surrender your soul,
And in surrender, find the real you.