Sunday Guessing Games

I like to keep you guessing: will I kiss
Her neck? Or will I open up her blouse
And suckle her young teats, arousing bliss?
A hand inside her panties? This allows
Me certain liberties; I have command:
I'll slap her bottom harshly to instruct
The pet to slide down gently, as I planned
And to make sure, this Sunday, I’ll corrupt
The lovely wench more deeply – she’s quite pure
But jaded whores can't serve all appetites
It's better there's an innocence to cure
When I took her tight holes and that first night’s
Sweet revelations left her in a mess:
So shall I kiss her? Or leave you to guess?