Must be led
Hands bound in desire, the rope nipping at your skin, knots tied in passion, for a night that's full of sin
Eyes covered with silken scarf, it cuts out all the light, leaving only sound and smell to guide you through this night
Anticipation building, juices from within simply start to run, as the first paddle strikes, it announces that I've come
I've arrived in the playroom, with both pain and loving care, you hear me moving around you, you feel me tug your hair
I go through the toy box, each one brings you closer to the edge, finally I lick your sacred place, you fall right off the ledge
Orgasm racing through you, you start to sigh and moan, your body starts to tremble, as I take pictures on my phone
Your body wet with sexual sweat, your arms holding all your weight, you get cut down into my arms, I'm Sir, your ever loving mate
I take you to the foamy bath, I wash you as my Queen, gently washing all your curves, to make sure you are clean
Then I dry you softly, then I walk you to our awaiting bed, hand in hand we slowly walk, as my Goddess should be led
THE KINKY POET
