Blindfolded
in suspense
my anticipation
tingles
I am ready
I crumble
as His lips touch my neck
I crumble
as He whispers
dirty things
in my ear
My body twitches
as He ties
My hands to the bedpost
I crumble
before His indulgent ways
my legs trembling
splayed across a table
His thumb and finger plays
my lips bit in hunger
as I endure His indulgent ways
He gives me no quarter
Pleasure rains over me
body and mind
saturated emotions
as my sweet spot convulses
I am spellbound
In all of the best ways
And He whispers
one more time,
"My Good Girl."