Seduction Poem by Mark Heathcote

She wanted him brought blindfold thrown at her feet.
Subject to all her desires, her whims
biceps bursting, submissive in defeat.
She wanted him expended on his aching forelimbs.
His eyes unwrapped when drowning right at the last-
floundering: ebb and flow of seduction.
She coveted every sighing breath that passed.
That met her mouth—a kiss now forbidden.
but with a forefinger arched like Newton's
She measured his moist mouth opening, gaping.
brushing its rim, she'd bitten a red-crimson
then feigns tiredness. His love is drugging.
My senses take leave; let's keep on the blindfold.
Let him think I'm this red-hot centrefold.