Commerce At Play...

This Christmas, she's lonely...she must change the cadence
To wish for and cease this monotonous abeyance.
The stoic demeanor has afforded her much,
But success within commerce can do only so much.

In matters of business, where great deals were sold...
She's recalling quite fondly which suit was most bold.
His black hair and arrogance, rode together quite well
This indifferent peacock caused her sex drive to swell.

Twice in past meetings, disagreements arose
Keenly, he tested...her temper, disposed.
Cocktails soon followed, in lobbies and bars
Her one-up was coming...she'd shoot for the stars...

Her landscape of fantasies, replayed him quite often
But yet, to give in, his advances might soften.
She just wouldn't stomach such brutal defeat...
If winning meant foregoing the taste of his meat.

But, alas! As the snow fell, her own ice has melted
Plausible thoughts of her ass, from him-welted.
Deciding in earnest, her list of 'most wanted'
Will be to delve into games of all that they've taunted.

With rolodex parked on his private location...
Without panties, in haste...to her new destination.
Up the long drive...fahrenheit rising...
Somehow she knows, it's herself she's surprising.

Through bated breath and heartfelt sighs
She rings the bell, now paralyzed
No turning back, her vagina has spoken
And out shot adrenaline, within the same token.

Her nipples, they pierce, through sateen and lace
The natural rouge has now graced her sweet face,
Revealing to him…this rendezvous beckons
She’s here for his prong and she’ll be back for seconds.

He’ll french kiss her pussy, while stroking her hips
Soft bites and light suckling of her labia lips…
And under her breath she will moan and then curse
At how now, all along…he was right for her purse.

She’s here without armour, on a night with no words
Came for the ruffling and mating of lovebirds.
Their melding, so perfect, despite his incessant teasing
He worked her on purpose to add weight to his pleasing.

The thrill of the hunt, he’s a predator with class
As he rocked and he rolled her on lips, tits and ass.
And for all her strained efforts to conquer his lead…
Now that he’s fucked her…without more, she’ll bleed.

She’ll hope and implore with mellifluous chanting,
He’ll come to her always for all his gallivanting
And dress to the nines when arousal is prowling…
As their carnal attractions invoke mutual howling.

These seasons are merry, her gifts, without question...
It's Christmas all year if they meet in convection.
As New Years approaches, she'll have to think fast
Of how not to reveal, he now owns her sweet ass.

He's a decadent beast and deserving of much...
But the pay-off is greater, when holding off just a touch.
For now they'll continue the buffet of their games
And when night falls and clothes drop...she'll be calling him names.

Master...Servant...Sire...My Lord...
Take me and stake me...I've surrendered my hoard.
The year ends in release and honey dripping affection
All from the gain of his ample erection.

Remember dear friends, when the creatures are stirring
Making love in the house incites deep-throated purring.
Cinnamon wafting...as the holly regales
It's these sizzling conquests, that make the best tales.