Dominant She

The sound of high heels on stone,
Hands bound, eyes covered, us alone,
Warm, teasing breathe on my bare skin,
Brings forth thoughts of lustrous sin,
Sharp nails delicately trace my muscular form,
Her deviance so parallel to what is the norm,
She circles me, hungrily, like a shark at sea,
A predator, with her sight set wholly on me,
Tempting body pressed against toned back,
Whilst wet tongue from neck to ear does track,
Sharp little teeth nip at ear lobes,
Whilst back is massaged by lavish globes,
Hands rake furrows across lean chest,
And pull me back firmer into magnificent breast,
Nails pinch spitefully at nipples erect,
Whilst lips suck on neck to enhance the effect,
Her hands slip from her embrace,
As she laughs with almost feline grace,
Those heels resound,
Off of the hard ground,
In front of me she waits,
With our lusts yet to sate,
Suddenly she grasps my hair,
And pulls it spitefully, without a care,
Her mouth crushing to mine,
Sweet pain feels so fine,
Hands grip firmly on hardened manhood,
Causing pain and pleasure that I never knew could,
Her lips break free,
How I wish I could see,
As her slick tongue traces south,
And I feel her warm mouth,
Engulfing me near full,
As hands seductively pull,
Upon my hardened bun,
Her desperate hunger increases my fun,
I feel my pleasure near complete,
As she breaks away before I replete,
She gasps in her ardour,
A sound that makes me harder,
Before releasing me from my restraint,
And pushes me to floor without a complaint,
She forces her sex onto my lips,
And vigorously moves her snake like hips,
As her intimate lips moisten my face,
She eagerly goes to work on my own place,
It's not long until the air fills with groans,
And we both reach our climax with synchronised moans,
Her mouth filled with my pleasure,
She lounges on me at total leisure,
Both having taken the other ones measure