To a four-poster perfect prison bed
I won’t make the smallest sound
Blindfold me with satin linen
Then watch a while,
From where you’re sitting.
Make me beg for your caress
The suspense begins to make me wet
Making sure that your binds are tight
I put up the most gentlest of fights
Your sardonic smile lights up the night.
In the dark I lie and linger
Waiting for your hands, your fingers.
Agony fills me as I writhe
I plead for you to come inside
And eventually towards me you rise and glide.
You move close, I feel your breath
Like butterflies upon my neck
Tracing circles up my thigh
I let out a grateful cry
You’re mine as I hear your sigh.
I feel your weight on top of me
As you tickle and you tease,
Inching closer you pull my hair,
I’m caught like a fly within your lair
But the way you please me shows you care.
You slide into me, I feel your need,
Everything starts to pick up speed.
Then you start to make me scream,
No nightmare this but a delicious dream.
My orgasm implodes, intense, extreme.
