Captured

Your eyes glinted mischief
like a power to behold,
something new and cloudy
a part of your inhibition sold...

Blindfolded and quarter tied,
chuckling softly at my surprise;
breasts burnt with candle wax
spanked purple to hear my cries...

Bitten sharply on my toes
working your flicking tongue up,
making me buckle and arch back
my sex, I want you to cup...

Filling me not with you
god, please just fucking enter!
ripping up my ties, hungrily
pulling me to table center...

Fisting my hair at my nape
bringing me to meet your face
whispering salaciously, "Sweetheart,
which part now do I debase?"