Ownership

You will know when its time..
time to share whats safely tucked
away all snug and warm.

You'll know when its time..
when those kisses become
more urgent, being pressed
up against the wall, fingers
with their urgent proding,
knocking on closed doors,
squeezing between,
they shalt not pass thighs,
the kissing more intense
as eager fingers break down
the defences, barging their
way in, finding their prize, unable
to hide their excited movements,
sending signals back to the jumping
bull below, saying that this new
pasture needs claiming as it
strains against the fabric to
be set free to roam.

you will know when its time ..
when the bull is released,
your panties now not yours,
tied around his wrist like a
access all areas security bracelet,
he leads the way upstairs
as you follow
subserviently
naked,  
up the stairs,
your stairs,
your house
to your bed,
the bull with his watery eye,
waiting impatiently for you to
assume the position.
No time when the bull
has new lands to conquer,
riding it deep
hard and fast,
body shaking with the impact
till the bull bellows his all
from deep within his new cave,
home sweet flowing home.

You'll know when its time,
when you've sated the bull
with his ownership now signed
over to you to look after his needs,

and not before...