The dominatrix

A tempest that looked so beguine
no clue to the turbulence you would enjoy  
the depth of her complexity  
the touch paper blue  
  
to light her fuse with a kindly word    
body language unobserved  
unleash the Dominatrix  
just like a volcano stirred  
   
vermilion lips, black underwear  
the danger signs as that mass is stirred  
hidden behind the greenest eyes  
the Rodeo ride between her thighs  
   
the bucking steed the spinning bull  
her fang like nails the tracks they drill    
digging deep, dare you squeal  
 testosterone is its repeal  
   
hard bitten lip, thighs vice like grip  
smell the leather, the tongue that licks  
fore play in her grip  
a professional wrestling match    
   
your naivety drives her wild  
shes the man your her bitch  
submit gracefully she said  
shes the ride and your the lay    
   
a cock cant resist a fanny beckoning    
that teases and rubs a clit budding  
a baton raised to an arse displayed  
her breach was wide and in you slide  
   
reaching in just a satisfied moan  
ovaries and uterus gurgle surprised  
this is the mill wheel and  in it you fit  
clothes of pretention ripped to bits  
   
she asks the question with pelvic thrusts  
hard nipples, enveloping breasts  
gasping for breath    
the mass of her passion cant be suppressed  
   
she's just begun so wish me luck  
there's a long night for my cock and my sack  
a golden chance, for fanny and arse  
A Dominatrix seeking a 5* fuck