Getting in
With every button undone you might get a glimpse of skin, the last line of defence between a poet and the treasures held within
Slowly you move down them, each step brings you closer than before but the closer you become makes you ravenous to see so much more
Then there's a zipper with that you are the one in charge slow or fast it's up to you, they come in small or large
The sound is so distinctive it almost sounds like a kinky tear, slowly it begins to reveal what's hiding under there
A corset is a wonderous thing it has metal clasps that hold her boobs in tight, it takes nibble fingers to open them so her nipples will come into sight
Then you have a bodice held securely by a silk ribbon and a bow, designed to be constrictive yet elegant where nothings left on show
Functional yet still sexy with a ribbon there's always a kinky twist, once you've removed it from the bodice's eyelets you can use it to bind her wrists
THE KINKY POET