Midnight at the Dungeon - collaboration between me and cowgurlhat

collaboration between me and cowgurlhat

Midnight at the Dungeon

(New Orleans, French Quarter)

Maddening strobe pulse on my bare flesh
Techno trance fever beats upon my caged body
Chained by your Wicca magic
Into orgasmic emasculation
Your initials branded into my derriere
Love junkie in ponyboy heaven
Like the mastered predator, I watch you,
Watch as you sway and grind to the rhythm
I set for you; oh, how delicious you look,
Almost good enough to eat... I may not be
The one that's chained, but I still can't help
Wanting to kneel in front of you...
I wave my waxing wand through the bars
You tongue tease me into hardened candy
I reach through bars grasping your luxuriant hair
Your lips lavish me in clutch of ruby heat
On precipice of pleasure
You tease totem with tickles
Oh, how I love to play and tease,
Your hand in my hair
Showing me just how much
You like it too...
My own mini playground:
The swing-set of your hips making me
Sliiiiiiiiide down further, make your
Head spin like a merry-go-round--
And I haven't taken you completely... yet.
Slowly, deliberately, I tilt my head back,
Wanting to see a pleasured expression
Looking back down at me while I
Take you deeper. Slack jawed with
Glazed-over eyes are what I love to see
From you, but now I want-- need more!
One last slurping lick, and now I want to be
Caged with you, mating like the animal
In heat I feel like I am right now. Like magic,
The key appears from between my breasts,
And like a flash, I'm inside with you,
My kitty wet and purring with hot lust.
Arising from your dais of dreams
You unlock my barred bastion
Joining me in captivity
My brawn sinks to the floor where our sweat mingles
Clasping me in the cusp of your thighs
Your clit throbs to the beat of my tongue lashing
You crouch like a kitten over my throbbing rod
Saffron blue scintillation of velvet hot caress
Your wet heat emanates liquid love
The lick of your love nest sets my fever flowing
In buzz beatitude beyond compulsion
Lush with tropic night splendor
Fertility awakened in your womanly recesses
Where sumptuous fantasies ripen to fruition
The wet strands of your pheromone soaked hair
Pummel my face like falling stars
My hands grasp your derriere in hot blooded desire
Till smoke and fire burn away ego
In our cathedral of pleasure
I feel helplessly filled, yet crave more
Treasured and revered, blessed by your tongue
As my back arches, to take more of you into me.
I take your wet treasure and hide it, just for me
And greedily accept all you have to offer
Till we both lay sated, mated, as one.