Read your poem and i couldn't resist
You have left much out of this tryst
Releaving your tension is not my only desire
Maybe a little whip cream would carry you higher
Maybe the stilittos and leather turn you on
My red and black lace garder belt,net stocking, spike heels,your gone
I left out the zoo and hosbital instead we'll hit the grass
That's where i'll bring my hand up and blister
your tight little ass
Now it's ok that you've removed my cloths
But darlin you'd better be sucking other then my toes
Calling me a bitch could cost you greatly
And i do have to ask if you've got much lately
Now it's you not me that would be the slave
As i bring you time and time again so near the climax you crave
We'll share that wine and screw in the clover
You'll be a happy man when this is over