Subtle Dominant Foreplay

"They" say we men don't get foreplay, how it's so essential
To coax a bashful, submissive flower into a full fragrant bloom

And so, up for a challenge to prove "Them" wrong, I hatched a plan
An evening of courting and foreplay, though decidely in my most unique style

It begins with a commanding pronouncement, tonight I'd made plans, and am wrestling control
For you to drop everything you'd been preparing for, tenderly submit, a gleam of anticipation in your beautiful eyes

Our first stop to the beauty parlor, for the full treatment
Mani, pedi, facial, and a flattering hairstyle, all while I wait, a patient, wicked grin on my face as I savor what will come to be

Next, off to the boutique where you so love to shop, trying on endless spaghetti strapped dresses, a rainbow of colors
Till you find the one that stirs me in just the right way, accents your curves, then leaving your other clothes behind in the changing room, panties included

Completing your ensemble, the right pair of shoes, walking on air
Stiletto heels, with lots of straps, binding your feet perfectly, momentarily indugling my fetish

From there, a surprise stop at the poshest place in town
In search of that perfect scent, how I want you to smell, when later you leave your perfume all over my skin, lingering reminder

Famished from our shopping, we grabbed a table, already reserved
At our favorite place for dinning and dancing, a romantic evening like when we first started dating, with me ordering for you as you prefer

Finally, la pièce de résistance, a harborside room with a view
In five star elegance, and a bed with four sturdy bedposts

Looking out over the harbor, bathed in moonlight, we kiss
My hands wandering over your silken skin, finding your secret garden, a trickle of warm honey

Spread out on the satin sheets, yielding femininity, I fasten the velcro, one red strap at a time
Then quaff in your liquorish helplessness, unfurled feminine submissiveness, awaiting to be taken and lovingly dominated

Positioning the black blindfold, I leave you in erotic darkness
Tracing my eager finger on your lips, let you suck my digit, before it wanders further south to moistened, glistening petals

Before I prepare to seize your climax as my rightful prize, again
I laugh to myself, gloating, for this is one man who truly gets and enjoys his foreplay, despite what "They" say