Foreplay

Forgive me for my dirty mind,
For the things that make me wind.
Imagine me pinned against a wall,
You tower over me standing tall.
Around my neck I feel a pressure -
But, it only enhances the pleasure.
Beat me, throw me to the floor,
I can't help but beg for more.
You stop and into my eyes you stare.
And for a moment you hold them there.
Your gaze traces my body with lust,
With desire for what you see, you cussed.
Regaining momentum you grab my arm,
A half cocked smile with such charm.
You tie me up harshly to your bed,
Tighten the cuffs till my wrists are red.
For every inch you kiss and bite,
I push you away, and continue to fight.
"Be a good girl," you would whisper,
Oh, my master makes me whimper
Eventually you can't wait any more,
You have to have your little whore