My flame-haired lover

She always changes, the Lady with the green eyes,
My flame-haired lover, wearing her tempting guise
With me in my bedroom every morning and night
Touching, teasing, tasting, an erotic little sprite
Tonight in thigh high black boots with five inch heals
Blush pink fishnets, a skirt that less covers than reveals
A red satin bodice, laced tight in order to increase
Her already ample bosom straining for release
Slowly tapping, in one hand she carries a cane
In the other, some silk cord for use to restrain
She's bold and she's sassy, demanding supplication
Binding hands lightly, demanding her own stimulation
Immediately she's fully satisfied she leaves, so beguiling
I lay in a pool of my own making but I'm smiling
You see, she whispered something as she departed
Did you really think she was so cold-hearted?
“What do you want me to dress up as later?
A schoolgirl? A doctor? A cute little skater?”
Her voice, just a delicate wisp in the air
Our loving is a strictly ethereal affair
She comes to me whenever I close my eyes
My flame-haired lover in her temping disguise

Waggy 06.06.2012