Exhausted from his deed
Tied down to the bed you're at his mercy once again, Blindfolded it's pitch black and its messing with your brain
Do you hear a person, is there someone in the room with you, the anxiety and anticipation builds up, what will this person do
Then you feel the first touch, it's a strong hand that feels like ice, it pulls at your nipples, the pain feels cold but nice
Then down your side you feel a touch, the softest tickle from a feather but in the background you can smell the distinctive waft of leather
Then you feel it on your skin, the leather flogger bites your thigh, even with just the thought of the mark, you whimper and you sigh
Your brain is going crazy, there's so many things running on your skin, from cool silk to hot wax, a mind blowing night of sin
Ice cubes on your nipples, he even puts one deep inside, you try to clamp your legs closed but they're tied up open wide
He licks your sacred Chalice and then bites you, your juices are soaking your Satin sheets, finally his weights upon you, you feels his body heat
The tip of a throbbing cock, dips inside your hungry, aching hole, you try your best to raise your hips, you want him heart and soul
He grinds deep into you, you take him to his balls, he glides in hard and purposefully, he gives to you his all
Faster and harder he pounds you, he's about to cum, with one last thrust he's finished, the night of deprivation sex is done
Both your fluids mingle, your love juice and his creamy seed, he lays still across your body, exhausted from his deed
THE KINKY POET