What is sweet surrender
when It’s purely lust within your eyes?
How can you tantalize me thus
then stay me with a sigh?
If it did not feel so good
when you flick your tongue right there.
I would show you what it means to tease a man.
But I do, forbear punishing you as I might.
I much prefer your humming purr,
as I dally to suckle dew from quivering petal lips.
Oh but you deny me even this!
How short my bliss.
Mayhap you’ve gone to far and think I am conquered.
I have stayed my thrust in vain hope of mercy,
but I see only deviltry about your form.
I believe a taste of steel
will bring wantonness to heel.
But I shall not quickly drive my rapier home.
Oh no you shall suffer first
before I grant you release.
Just as I did suffer beneath your stiletto tongue.
First I must admire this prize
with a little glissade,
before I sink my blade into your heat.
But know This, there shall be no quarter.
Pleas of anguish gasped will be ignored.
No you shall be quite firmly gored
to thrash upon the hilt, you thought to devour.
I will see your trembling flower pulse before you wilt,
from draining torment,
into mindless stupefaction.
And my satisfaction will be complete,
when you whisper nothings in my ear
dreamily drifting into exulted sleep of wonder,
The weapon of your downfall