Can you handle it?

 
I’m an addict of pleasure  
And to be honest, there’s no way to properly describe or measure  
The level of intimacy that I truly crave  
More than ruling the bedroom and making you my sex slave  
You claim that you want “the rest of me”  
But my mind and body unleashed at request is a dangerous recipe  
I want to tell you of things I’d like to do  
But I’m afraid of what I could turn you into  
Just listen….maybe a brief description will allow you to see what I mean  
So close your eyes and envision this scene  
 
If I asked you to sign an agreement before we start  
Would it frighten you?…or would you stay and play your part?  
Would my unusual desires cause you to run away?  
Or would my honesty bring us closer and compel you to play?  
Would you consider me selfish for placing you at the mirror, so I can see  
I’m just trying to see if you can handle all of me  
Watching our reflection as I consume every inch of you  
So that I can enjoy the view as much as you do  
How much of me can you truly handle?  
Wax dripping onto your back from a lit candle  
 
Would you question your masculinity?  
If I perform acts that contradict my femininity  
Like laying you on your stomach…sucking you from behind  
Causing your toes to curl while I claim what’s mine  
Helping you discover sensations unknown once I go down  
Tongue coasting until my destination is found  
Contact is made with a place that hasn’t been ventured…finger inserted  
This won’t cause any pain…only pleasure…relax you deserve it  
 
Allow me to unveil the source of my greed  
I need to be sure you can handle my erotic mind just follow my lead  
Ok hold on…allow me to apologize…I must clarify  
This explanation of my lust wasn’t composed to tell you goodbye  
These thoughts were meant to keep you on edge for what comes next  
But the only thing I need from you is mind blowing sex  
 
To fuck me like I’m yours…even if I plead for you to quit  
Make me feel our connection is legit  
Stroke me slow, grab my face to kiss my lips  
Slow strokes…picking up intensity…like you trying to break my fucking hip  
Stand over me and call me your bitch  
Demand that I obey orders and suck your dick...your hand under me circling my clit  
When I start to cum, grab me by the throat  
I find it stimulating as your hand constricts…being sure not to choke  
I have more to reveal  
But I need to know if you’re open to breaking that seal  
I'm fucked up, when I’m done with you…you’ll probably need therapy  
So tell me, are you bold enough to come upstairs with me?