For your pleasure
Cold steel of the shackles, you're hung high upon the chain, naked and excited, tonight's your night for pain
All your favourite implements are ready to mark your skin, ready to leave you with harsh reminders of your night of sin
The ball gag makes you drool, you feel liquid dropping on your chest, you love feeling helpless, to you it is the best
You glance down at the table, at all the toys of fun, nipple clamps, candles, shining butt's plugs for your bum
Paddles with studs on, designed to spank and bruise, riding crops made to sting, but which one will he use
Then you have your favourite thing, you love how the flogger bites your skin, you wet from anticipation, you're so desperate to begin
Dildos of assorted sizes, some rubber, some are made of glass, each ribbed for your pleasure, for your pussy, mouth and arse
Feathers for sensual play, silk scarfs and there's the ice, a table full of pain and pleasure, all of which are nice
All that is missing is your lover, the master for the night, he always leaves you waiting, he plays this game so right
Then the playroom door swings wide, he gently kisses you on the cheek, now it's your playtime, you've been wanting this all week
He runs his hands all over you, feels the dampness between your thighs, dips his finger in you, there's hunger in his eyes
Runs his mouth along your spine, he stops to take a bite, the pain gets you wetter, the time to play is right
THE KINKY POET