You walk on thin heels, walking and almost slipping;
In a tight skirt you walk and you don't even care
that you're actually struggling,
with pacing.
You struggle mostly when you go downward,
you smile to yourself awkwardly.
In fishnet tights you walk and you don't care about
the cool breeze, blowing on your shapely thighs and body;
You're such a tease.
You smile awkwardly... thinking,
just how much you'll do,
just to look so beautiful,
for me, your dom.
The sidewalk is wet and you're almost slipping,
The street lights are reflected in it;
They're reflected in your eyes too,
like cheeky stars in the skies.
There are droplets of water left
in the fresh air,
from the rain
which decided to give you a little respite.
You accept them into your sweet embrace in the neckline of your udders;
And there's no bra to stand between
you and the soft moisture.
You imagine my lips there
in your sweet embrace,
You smile awkwardly to yourself.
Your thoughts wander from the road,
which feels so long tonight.
Your thoughts wander from the road,
and you think in delight about
how much you will just do to
look the most beautiful in my eyes.
You lightly moisten your lips, as you desire and expect my hands,
How they will grab your backside
and pull you between my legs,
to no girls land.
In between your legs the fire were ignited,
you feel it radiating heat.
You're sure that they can also see it;
But you don't mind,
to be carried away by embarrassment
and their dark tides.
For a moment, when you think no one is paying attention,
you reach with your fingers to your chest,
just above your heart
and you pinch a nipple.
You bite your lips lightly,
your hand slides,
down and down inside, your shirt.
You hear a whistle;
And you blush in emberesment.
The main thing is to feel that you're ready for me;
And that sticky wetness on your legs...
You're pleased to see
the way you feel in your thin heels
and your blouse, and your skirt.
You are drawn to the whistle...
You're like a moth in the skies;
Drawn, floating not slipping.
You read, and read attentively... the thrill between your thighs.
And you enter my alley.
Your ankle is a little sore,
your butt is tight in the sticky skirt,
you smile to yourself
as you think how beautiful you are
just for my sake;
And you blush in embarrassment.
Despite the wetness,
despite the heels,
you step confidently into the dark alley.
With a curling pelvis.
You didn't fall,
even when you slipped awkwardly,
you didn't fall,
even when your lower body,
burned bottomless in desire.
And now you want to,
you allow yourself to stumble
straight into my arms.