The craft of pleasure

 
“Get on your knees and start eating!”
Was this woman’s only greeting

A Goddess in skin tight black dress
Holding me under her sexual duress

I noticed first not her gun but her slit
And the delicate rose of her engorged clit

The sight of the gun put me at attention
Or parts of me that I perhaps should not mention

For fear can be a great inciter to man
And such it seemed was this woman’s plan

She waggled her gun at my seeming delay
Eyes hungrily urging for me to come play

Well in such position a man must perform
And at such a game I am at my best form

Fishnet stockings do so easily rip
To expose her lips to my thirsty sip

The gun at my temple as I perform my art
It is true that many others would lose heart

But I am a maestro at oral satisfaction
And I knew that that gun would never see action

For once such a lady has had my great pleasure
She’ll see that I meet up to her exacting measure

And so as my tongue parts her soft sea
And plays with her slit luxuriously

I find without surprise that the gun starts to fall
And I know that the time has come to stand tall

I pick up the gun in viper quick speed
She was not expecting such craft in her intimate greed

I point it politely at her beautiful head
“I think you’d look better pleasing me instead.”

So captive becomes captor in twist of fate
And I must catch myself as her mouth captivates

“I’m not a cruel man, give me my due.”
“If you please me, I just might pleasure you.”