Fickle control

Looking down to deep brown eyes,
Held in awe of loves supplies,
As lips move gently on to me,
I drown within those muddied seas,
You drag me under with your vigour,
Consuming me with inhuman rigour,
Tongue sliding lithely upon my length,
Your power sapping me of all strength,
I pull your leash to regain control,
You succubus, devourer of my soul,
Even knelt before me bare,
Breasts draped seductively in long hair,
Roles, both master and his slave,
Are hard to maintain when you misbehave,
Bend you over tied and bound,
I dare you to even utter a sound,
As I enter you with ease,
You are mine to use as I please,
And when the moment is near,
I turn you around from the rear,
And pull your mouth back to me,
So you can consume my ecstasy,
You smile with such ill hidden glee,
Our roles have changed, how could this be?