giving her up

There’s a dim light in the room,
You stand there looking nice,
Your summer dress hanging by a thread,
Your chest moves as your heavy breath,
I see him in the armchair,
Strong and silent like a king from old,
Glass in his hand reflecting gold.
A deep voice fills the room
“present her to me!”
He says, after sipping from the glass
I come to you with weary pace
I lift your hair,
I kiss your neck,
You straighten up your body
As my hands run to feel your forms,
I put my fingers under the straps of your dress
And let it fall, forming a circle on the floor
Your breasts stand firm as I turn you
To face Him
From behind I slowly take your panties off
Kneeling in the process like a defeated knight.
The voice so dark and harsh
Tells me to bring you to Him,
I take your hand
And guide you trough
You kneel in front of the
Majestic king
I see you leaning forth
With trembling hands
You grab his dick
Between your parted lips
He makes he’s way
Excitement raises quick.
Are still mine?
Or have I gave you up
To the stranger in our room?