A Portrait of a Angel

Her hair was black as coal,
her eyes a deep deep blue,
she was ready for love,
in her white lace dress,
as he tied her hands back,
with a silk scarf,
she moaned with pleasure,
of the tightening of the bands,
his hands trailed down her thighs,
with a small ice cube,
she arches her back,
as he get's closer to her clit to,
he kisses her ankles,
 as he ties them back,
 restraining her,
demanding her,
telling her not to fight,
as she it bound,
 he teases her body,
gives her glimpses of the pleasure,
then leans back,
leaving her forgotten,
his tounge teases her,
pushing at her pleasure,
oh Fuck here she Cums,
it is pure Heaven.