The curve of a painted eyebrow,

The curve of a mischievous smile,

The curve of hips,

The height of heels,

Mistress A is perfection,

As hot as the shiny black latex,

Which clings to the contours of her skin.

And oh, how she would make you crawl,

Just to take a dismissive word,

From those blood red lips.

If you had the world,

You would give it all,

For a single touch,

From those fingertips,

Such is worship,

Such is desire.

Power is in a woman who knows,

For a single kiss,

An army of men would fall,

A woman who could swallow you whole,

And spit out only the bones,

Leaving you a nameless slave.

She is a picture on your wall,

She’s putting you in a rubber mask,

Zipping you up.

She is an actress in a filthy play,

She is beautiful and she is all,

Kiss her toes,

And surrender your soul,

And in surrender, find the real you.