Her fervid embrace on me was tightening
She was nothing short of bottled lightning
A cat toying with her prey
Fine dining at our intimate buffet
Whipped cream and syrup on my parfait
Fishnets stockings, leather and lace
She knows her requisite place
Is being a cowgirl on my face
The look she gives with her bedroom eyes
When I'm between her alabaster thighs
Will end up being my demise
At least I'll die with a smile
As far as my demons, I reconcile
For it is, after all, my lifestyle
And she doesn't find my kinks to be frightening
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