Marking Her Mindset

He brushed against her gently, but he grazed
Her mindset, as she found, in this dim room ,
A hearth, a real fire, a homely blaze
And corners that were shadowy - the gloom
Of early autumn evening could descend,
As would her panties, given his intent
To spank her and to fuck her; she would bend
Over a leather couch or she'd repent
At leisure were she pressed over his desk;
There told to raise her skirts, as is the norm,
She knew he would apply, given his zest
For discipline - enough to keep her warm,
Once fires died down and embers turned to dust,
So, she was grazed as he walked by and brushed...