The Edge

She’ll read the cravings in your eyes,
those lust soaked images you can’t admit,
reading the hunger unspoken on lips,
one seductive whisper offers bliss.

Luring you to her private torture chamber,
with a flash of that black leather
barely covering her goddess form,
heart pounding from knowing
how she will unlock the chest
to your deepest forbidden desires.

Straps tying her willing victims to the bed posts,
stripped naked and eagerly waiting
all the agonizing pleasure
used to push one to the edge
forcing a gag in the mouth,
stretching bonds over the arms and legs,
pulling them so tight until it causes groans.

Tongue slithering over boots,
biting feel of lashes against the skin
pain stingy on the thighs,
thriving from the muffled cries
as the whip draws blood,
still she isn’t satisfied
forcing the handle deep inside
between his spreading cheeks.

Then her mouth will explore the pores,
fingernails digging into the flesh,
biting till she can tell
her slave is ready for so much more,
finally moving down to his stiff throbbing gun,
just a taste to give him hope
she will pull his trigger.

Oh she’ll bring him to the point of explosion,
but stop before he’s done,
undoing his restraints to let his rage release,
mercilessly not allowing his satisfaction,
teasingly while preventing his entering her canal
until he is beyond control,
his hips at pounding so hard
one finally viscous thrust
brings a screaming climax chorus.

Tomorrow she’ll return to work at the shoe store,
ever ready to given those regular customers
in need of a special service,
a sale they will never forget.