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."