THE NECKLACE

Its chain you insist on wearing    
when rest of us we are baring.  
I playful tug when you are led    
like canine bitch towards the bed.    
   
Above your breasts it catches eye,      
points resolutely down to thigh,      
as if to tell me where to go      
once I am stirred up, fast or slow.      
   
I love to see it swing around        
when I give you a pussy-pound,        
beguiling does it dangle        
as our limbs are a-tangle.        
       
Later you wear it back to front      
when you dare me to doggy-shunt,      
so I can play it with my teeth      
while I'm at your back underneath.      
       
Silver gilt on your barest skin,        
the hint of the jewel within        
which shamelessly I am taking        
in our clandestine lovemaking.        
        
Given by one with wishes well        
that we tear up in the hotel;        
with father's love consecrated,        
by first lover desecrated.