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 all 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 arch forefinger like Newton,
She measured his moist open mouth 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.
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