My Turn

My humor is gone as I watch you tied to the wall.
It is to my relief you are blindfolded, naked and helpless.
The little guilt I have for drugging you is gone,
As I study the feast before me.
I know you’ll never forgive me,
For breaking the trust we had.
I watch you wake up slowly,
And tense in realization.
Your words are muffled as you try to yell,
But no worry for I understand.
You always want to be the master,
Always in control.
But tonight will be my night, to break you or use you whole.
Your anger I can understand, but for now I do not care.
I watch you torn between arousement and anger,
As with my fingers I do tease.
I know you think this isnt right,
You wonder why you respond,
I know you hate being tied up,
Especially against the wall.
But with the drug that was my choice,
The aphrodiasic did me well.
For soon your mind is scattered ,
A feeling I know well.
For now your at my mercy,
And I use that to my advantage,
I am the artist and you my canvass,
I paint you with my tongue.
You cannot come with out my permission
A power I will use.
I know when you are freed, you will try to seek revenge.
I bring you to the edge, time and time again.
I play like this for hours, as you curse and moan my name.
And with you at my mercy, I deciede to end the game.
Your body shakes and shudders,
A fitting ending I should say.
I know you’ll never love me,
But damn me if you’ll forget.
The one who gave you pleasure,
and the one whose in your bed.