cupboard of delights

Opening hours and consumers rights  
Top shelf bursting with delights  
I strain to hold myself in check  
A sultry look my ideal spec'S  

Trophies, a gravity defying pair  
The basque it was laced so tight  
Black lace trimmed, luster strapped  
Her whip it snaked across my back  
 
The sting it purpose to inflame  
Confess, and as it struck again  
The heels so high, fishnet tights  
In my cupboard of delights  
 
How to stop needs not spared  
Going blind in there  
Red lights shine bordello of delight  
To wet your appetite  
 
Tie me to a golden cross  
With long black gloves  
And toss me off  
Blindfold me with my sins possessed  
 
for I am a leach of depravity
 What I dream is all laid bare  
My cupboard crockery for all to share  
My dirty dishes all in there
 
Paste your wetness on my face
eke me out with your shaven lips
Such ecstasy from that scented slit
Its hungry depths and the throws of bliss  
 
Accept you role a passive player  
Handcuffed to a bed of pleased  
Or dominance with spurs  
 desires. the storage of your needs