Sensual gift
Cold metal around her wrists, The Muse has a thing for chains, maybe it's thought they can't be broke, that ignites her sexual flames
She's spread Eagle on the bed, at Sir's mercy for the night, he has a treat in store for her, he wants to get it right
Laying there waiting, Sir starts to roll around the bed, taking loads of pictures starting at her head
Then he puts the camera down, he wraps a silk scarf across her eyes, he wants her to be Blindfolded, so she can feel her nights surprise
The silk feels soft on her skin, it encases her pretty face, the anticipation is building, her heart begins to race
Then the first sensation hits her like a lightning bolt, it ignites her every nerve, as Sir runs a ice cube over her, making sure to touch each curve
Nipples harden instantly her back arches on the bed, Sir puts his hand on her, he gently strokes her head
Then the sensation settles, he runs a Velvet glove across her skin, she knows the coldness is over now the sensual play begins
Caressing her everywhere Sir's hands have the softest touch, he knew she loved soft sensual play, she desired it so much
Like a musician with his chosen instrument Sir played a lovely tune on her, notes of the sensual kind, then he switched to fur
Running up her inner thighs, her wetness dripped softly on the sheets, she loved his tenderness, it was one of her favourite treats
The Muse began to lift herself, she matched it touch with a rise or fall, wanting to feel him everywhere, to Sir she gave her all
She was closer to orgasm, she was pulling at her tether, then she squealed with delight, as Sir brushed her with a feather
Running it from head to toe, like painter producing art, he ran it up to her pussy, then he pulled her lips apart
Each strand of the feather, run up and strummed her clit, juices exploded out of her, her orgasm had been hit
Sir moved in between her legs, not a drop should go to waste, he got into position and he promptly buried in his face
Licking, lapping, probing whilst the feather stroked her skin, Sir fingers found the G spot and dragged her off to sin
Once she had come so hard, he had only one thing left to do, he cleaned his Muse and laid with her, until his dream was through
THE KINKY POET
