Vacation

I see the desire
Radiating
From your sweet face
As you stare
At mine
As you pull
The covers down
Across my naked body
You can't help
But to smile
And nor can I
Running your fingers
Over my delicate silhouette
It seems as though
Your fingers somehow manage
To go across
Every inch of my soft flesh
In a fashion
That causes my entire body
To passionately tremble
As you turn me to my side
You brush your lips
Against mine
And I wink at you
Flashing you my coy smile
Feeling a bit playful
I stand up
And stride to the dresser
And return with my handcuffs
Your jaw drops
And you are forced
Into submission
As I handcuff
Both your hands and legs
To our bed
I briefly step to the bathroom
And come back
Wearing my corset and boots
The outfit that I know
Drives you crazy
I turn on some music
And dance seductively
Right before your eyes
Knowing that you have no choice
But to watch
As I begin to unlace my corset
Your eyes become even wider
And you slowly lick your lips
Knowing of your oral fixation
I pull down the French bikini
Covering my feminine sanctum
And after balling it up
I stuff it into your mouth
Improvising it as a gag
As you taste my juices
Now permeating your salivary glands
I can see your lust
Begin to double
With the corset completely undone
I prance around the bedroom
In my thigh-high boots
And black satin opera gloves
I place the corset on your chest
Giving you the pleasure
Of breathing in my scented pheromones
Tracing my gloved hands
Down your stomach
I climb onto the bed
Positioning myself
Between your legs
On my knees
I lean forward
With a cat-like precision
My smooth chest
Comes in contact
With your heaving one
Wrapping my boot-covered legs
Around your head
I attempt to perfect
The art of face-sitting
As you perfect the art
Of providing me
With endless orgasms
This, day number one
In a continuance
Of perpetual bliss