Everytime I tumble you’re there 

with hands out reached, fingers eager to explore, 

lips begging for more, 

as you mentally strip me 

naked there upon the floor. 

With lust filled promises, screams 

of delight 

and guarantees I’ll lose my mind. 

Caressing my vulnerability, 

devouring my sensuality. 

In your fantasy…am I down upon 

knees eager to please? 

Am I bound, captive, 

a blank canvas you can tease? 

Will you touch me and tickle 

and stroke till I wiggle, 

will you take and demand 

barking sexual commands? 

And when I’m spent upon the floor,

Will I be yours…
Karen Hayward Β©2016

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