Well, you came to this place,
The light of day erased
With the red glow of neon bouncing off your face.
She loves leather lined with fleece,
With her hands held high,
Begging for release,
She loves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling
With honey pools flowing to the sheets
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines
She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin
The tendrils of the flogger trace
The very curvature of her frame
One slap against her breast,
A snap gasp as it reddens with a twinge
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,
Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds
Riling up until the breath breathes loud
She’s moaning through her longing sounds
And then the crash comes, to burn it down
How she longs to feel
Something more, something real
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him
Needs me more than she can bare
Tells me where, and tells me when
But this is just a game,
Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath
As heat flushes over like a sunbath
And the sweat beads cool
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls
In her a waterfall
Pulsating through it all…
She loves leather and fleece
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.
