Your eyes were on fire,
the day I tied you to the bed.
Whip in hand, I traced your chest,
as you lay back your head.

The smoothness of your stomach,
Compelled me to be light.
But the moans that ached and tore your soul,
Weren't the gentlest in the night.

I threw aside my whip,
I promised the pleasure was yours.
Tonight I'd make you squirm,
A sick kind of reward.

A lip to bite,
hair to pull,
a deeper breath,
your eyes were full.

I kissed all over your body,
And sunk my head betwixt your legs
Master, so generous,
Didn't even make you beg.

And warmth spilt forth from you,
Your smile was satisfied.
But the look when I then crawled above you,
Well that was the sight of the night!

I slid inside your warmth,
Gentle strokes of your special spots.
The agony of ecstacy left you calling names,
Until I had gotten off.

And just to show who was in control,
I finished you once more.
And left you shivering in all the warmth,
And pleasured evermore.