Sunday sex

I braid back your hair pulling tenaciously at the strands,  
   
Enigmatic and constricted like the ropework binding your hands.  
   
Corseted by the zig-zags of rope knotted sturdy at each groove,  
   
Holding your breast firmly with your arms back unable to move.  
   
Blindfolded with black silk lips painted as red as fire,  
   
Kneeling in contingency the object of my desire.  
   
I place myself inside your mouth your cheeks begin to blush,  
   
Your movements explicit and aim so stringent no need at all to rush.  
   
With your moan of avidity I pick you up and bend you over the chair,  
   
Run my fingers up your thighs than grab at your braided hair.  
   
You arch your back as I push inside breathing deeply as I thrust,  
   
I grab your hip and slap your ass enthused from your dripping wet lust.  
   
I lay back and turn you around as I set you down on my throbbing cock,  
   
I squeeze your breast and grab your throat as you steadily begin to rock.  
   
I remove your blindfold as I feel you cum to see the look in your eyes,  
   
Rapturous and ecstatic I feel you down to your shaking thighs.  
   
Nowhere near done I lay you down lifting your legs by the back of your knees.  
   
I kiss your legs and than I kiss your pussy I hear your thoughts and dirty pleas.  
   
Gently I massage you with tongue and lips untill you moan like my whore,  
   
I squeeze your feet and steady my pace untill I feel you cum once more.  
   
I wait a moment and enjoy the view before I command you to sit on the bed,  
   
Removing your ropes you patiently wait than obediently you give me head.  
   
You grab my balls as you suck on my cock so willing to devote,  
   
Your eyes lock with mine and you swallow as I cum in the back of your throat.