Tough Bind

She acquiesces to his wish
The straps tightened all the way
Bound for glory, so he says
Spread-eagled on their double bed

He begins with her sweet breasts
His lash light but drawing red
And it's so blatantly they blush
Their nipples growing, pointed hard

He sucks each precious one in turn
Traveling with his practiced tongue
They stand as firm as cherry pits
Fit to bite, with gentle nips

He then brings his mouth to bear
On her shaven mons, the pearl ashine
She grabs his hair and grips the gray
Of the older man who makes her day.