Bedroom Blooper

On a sunny day, my body turned golden brown,
Upon the bed, I laid, feeling quite renowned.
My man tied me up, hands and feet bound,
A captivating scene, passion all around.

Naked, he knelt beside me, caressing my skin,
Sending shivers down my spine, a delightful sin.
Standing tall, a whip he held in his hand,
Anticipation rose, I could hardly withstand.

Between my legs, the whip came down light,
A rush of desire, sensations took flight.
Across my breasts, the whip struck with force,
Gasping silently, pleasure and pain of course.

Without hesitation, he straddled me with desire,
Biting my breasts, setting me on fire.
Whipping my sensitive center anew,
Then soothing the ache with his tongue so true.

A holiday romance, more passionate than before,
His tongue danced, leaving me wanting more.
He moved his body, teasing my lips and my face,
For a moment, I enjoyed his passionate embrace.

But suddenly, he jumped up, swearing with rage,
Draped the curtains, protecting us from the stage.
A man on the rooftop, hidden from our view,
Had watched our intimate acts, a voyeur so true.

Embarrassment filled me, as I closed my eyes,
Tied to the bed, I couldn't disguise.
He covered me, untied me, and set me free,
Explaining the man's presence, a shocking decree.

We laughed and dozed, under the sheet's cover,
Reflecting on the rooftop scene, like no other.
What tales would he tell at the local bar,
About the couple he watched from afar?

Despite the embarrassment of that fateful day,
We found humor in the unexpected display.
A holiday memory, with laughter and cheer,
In the end, it brought us closer, that much was clear.