Dripping honey in my head~(verse M/F - mild bdsm)

~Dripping Honey In My Head~

Your voice is honey dripping in my head
At midnight whispering on telephones
Concepts liquefy 'til you're misled,
Listening to the timber of those moans.
You have submitted to such avid thoughts,
You've lifted up the hem of your silk gown,
Lie back, ready for pleasurable sports,
Play with your moistness and its soft surround.

You turn languorously on coverlets,
Imagine sins for which you must atone,
Instructed reach for toys you won't regret,
Permitted as you are to utter groans.
Binding your limbs with silken scarfs so tight,
Stuffing your dampened panties in your mouth,
Your baleful fantasies complete this night,
Would surely disturb any absent spouse.

Engendering your climax I will devote,
Tawdry words, streaming eager from my lips,
Ragged gasps rise harshly in your throat,
Accompanied by wildly surging hips.
I envisage your lust dissipated,
Relaxing back upon your marital bed,
Snuggle with your blankets now you're sated
Your voice still honey dripping in my head.

      WHEN FIRST SHE KNELT

Once she had knelt there by his chair,
How well he taught the early moves,
Fondling exquisite curves with care,
Perceiving a child, beauty imbued,
How much did her submission owe
To the Master, she now loved?

The instants of imagined spanks,
That open past her dreamy thoughts
Belonged to him, lavished and thanked;
But could he take her hard enough
To liquidate all hunger-strife
His collar making her his gift?

Wicked chastisements give new wealth.
Submission manages to change
His whipping back to love itself ,
Those gentle slaps so craved, so strange?
No past, no future, just an impression,
Removing her present repression.