Our First Date

Candy's saxaphone laments on the Bose speakers  
A glass of fine pinotage within ready reach relaxes  
   
The garlicy oil fills the air while I saute scallions  
But still my nervousness hovers over me, butterlies do their dance  
   
I check the clock, twenty seven minutes, fifteen seconds  
Then you will arrive and our evening's date will begin  
   
It's not like I don't know you, we've been colleagues for years  
With me hiding my crush on you like a pathetic little schoolboy  
   
When our eyes meet I've caught glimpses from behind the veil  
The shy, uncertain girl underneath, but does she ...  
   
Sure you know me, the playful, confident man with a razor wit  
But what would you think of the cad underneath  
   
No, I'm not the kind of guy to bed you then dump you  
or cheat on you with your best friend  
   
But I do so want to hurt, but only as much as you want me to  
Not domestic abuse or ragefilled violence  
   
Something more brutally tender and loving  
Sadistic knowledge of your body deftly used against you  
   
I want to let you peek inside my trunk full of wicked delights  
let you chose which little toy we'll start with  
   
Many rehearsals I've had in my head with pud in hand  
Bringing you to that place I so hope you want to go  
   
But then the doubt returns, shaking his disgusted head  
Calling me out as a vile pervert, a sick loser  
   
Finally it subsides and my confidence breaks on thru  
like the triumphant return of the sun  
   
I have it all mapped out, breaking the awkwardness  
Finishing and serving dinner, getting close on the couch  
   
Then the first kiss, high school making out  
some gentle petting, and "Let's get more comfortable .."  
   
But then I'm torn, when do I transition  
Do I whisper a kinky suggestion, dangle a red ball gag    
   
Seize a hank of your raven hair, drag you rug burned to bed  
Pinning your wrists behind you when I storm the backdoor  
   
So much at stake, only one chance to get it right  
Then hours of fun, pony play, and anal training  
   
Or maybe panicked screams, or worse echoing chilly silence  
You race for the door, forgetting your coat  
   
Guess I'll find out, the bell rings, ... you're early