Leather and Duct Tape

No my sweet this is no bad country love song        
but another wicked dance of kinky romance        
with you tied wide spread eagle to the bed        
and me watching, planning, and so savoring        
         
I've loved you since the moment we first met        
sensing that most special yielding quality in you        
as you flirted with me so innocent and girlike        
tossing your brown hair sweetly over your shoulder        
         
After months of phone chit-chat and texting        
this first date so sadly full of safe bland vanilla        
my limp kiss on your cheek to end the night        
when you whisper back throatily "Take me now ..."          
         
Kissing soft then ever rougher going deeper        
clothes moved then torn allowing such freedom        
lifting you up in my arms and fully devouring        
I toss you on the bed securing your leather fetters        
         
After one long lasting kiss I seal up your mouth          
strip upon strip upon strip of silver silencing          
your erotic astonishment when you can only mew        
just now realizing that you are totally helpless        
         
You breath in deep thru your nostrils to relax        
as you watch me return with all of my evil toys        
laying them out between your stretched open legs        
each lined up in the exact order I intend to use them        
         
Being kind I choose to warm you up old fashioned        
only using my tender lips and skillful digits to begin        
kissing your plump folds as your hair tickles us both        
laping and probing then gentle nibbling so precise        
         
All the while you give in and sweetly surrender        
your breathing deep and ragged while cheeks flush        
occasionally testing your bonds but then relaxing        
relishing your predicament and my complete devotion        
         
Like a virtuoso whose perfected playing his instrument        
I bring you again and again to the brink of Eros' cliff        
only to stop and leave you there on the teasing cusp        
unable to even beg or plead for me to finish you off        
         
Studing your matted hair, tear soaked face I finally know        
disrobing quietly and leaning back most comfortable        
turning my attention from you to my most selfish needs        
lotioned lubing as I begin my solo stroking as you watch ...