Moon Rising
As I tug
My silk ties
Scent of candles
Calming my racing heart
Sounds down the darken hall
Voices soft and familar
Clink of wine glasses
She is not alone
Laying still
Foot steps echo
Off our wood plank floor
Smile etched
On my face
Pleasurable night waits
As your black crop
Drops across my bare arse
Always in sets of three
Drops of crimson refect
Off our mirror
Moans escape
My parched lips
As a bare pussy
Pushed to my face
Feeding my sexual wants
Her scent I know
As your crop
brings my thoughts back
For I am
Your naughty boy
