No One Special's blog: "random things"

Kinky Things

The vibrator's spent 
Its batteries dead 
You can't get this man 
Out of your head 

The moment of Truth 
Is close at hand 
Can his real skin 
Replace your own hand? 

A feather 
Some leather 
Warm oils and cuffs 
Is there enough stuff? 

A call in the night 
A door barely a yawn 
A click and a lock 
And the show's now on 

He touches you here 
You touch him there 
Pretty soon the touchin' 
Has both of you bare 

Why does his touch 
Entice you just so? 
Whatever he wants now 
It's just time to know 

You in cuffs and leather 
He can take what he wants 
But he throws you a curve 
And asks for your heart 

Of course, you say 
But finish spanking me first 
He's already on it 
As you count and curse 

Sweating and horny 
He knows what you need 
So he takes you and takes you 
Until you conceed 

So tired, now spent 
Not quite ready for more 
Like a Bunny on lent 
You point to the door 

Your heart's not a tool 
For a kinky man's curse 
Some batteries will fix 
And be easy on your purse 

With pride and valor 
He gathers his things 
A stern stare and smile 
He leaves with a wink 

The door closes and locks 
Again you're Alone 
No man ever owns you 
You turn off the phone 

But damn it felt good 
To be under his curse 
You still have his number 
Wasn't 'alone' so much worse?