Joyous Juices

I'm slipping off my panties, for he's told
Me to remove them now and not to wait
Until he has to slap me - I'm not bold
Enough to contradict or hesitate;

Given I do believe he has the right
To do just as he pleases, once he slips
My panties in his pocket out of sight
And then he comes across to kiss my lips:

The cuntal ones, of course, for I'm pressed back
Across the bed where he's tied me - he's bound
His pet; he'll kiss my pussy and, then, lap
The creamy, joyous juices, he has found
Work up his appetite, just as he fancies:
Then he is bound to fuck me sans my panties