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Click hereThe curve of her ass appeals
So soft and round with delight
The joy I feel reveals
Under my hands I squeeze
“Your ass is mine tonight.”
Your eyes so soft gaze
Up into the brown of mine
“Make me squeal.” you beg.
My answer, a grin I give,
“It would be my delight.”
Our lips they touch soft
Then hard hunger escapes
I bite and pull
Your tongue it snakes looking
For mine
We moan.
Over my knee I lead you there
The swell of your ass bare in the air
Bare hand or paddle I ponder
As you breast press against my leg
You wiggle and whimper
Your eyes they beg
“Should I risk my nails?”
I ask in mock disdain
Though the heat that flows from between my legs
I’m sure you feel
“A paddle for sure would make me squeal”
Tsk. Tsk.
Question, not asked for your answer
This you know.
Not your first rodeo.
“Go get the gag.”
Your eyes wide with fright
Or is that merely merriment and delight?
You kneel between my legs
Your back to my front
Head high with anticipation,
Proud submission
The curve of back is such a seductive delight
My painted nail drags between your shoulder blade
My breath a whisper in your ear
I clasp the gag
“Your ass is mine
My dear delight
To turn pink
Then red so bright.”
Now over my knee
I direct again
My hand it is
Though paddle is close at hand
A soft caress of your soft behind
So round and plump
So proud and divine
One squeeze then two before
A smack! Then three!
The blush of heat
Rises degree by degree
Your moans muffled as your ass you raise
Your desire for more belies your pain
Give to me what is mine by right
The right of wrongs done in anticipation
Of correction
My hand finds your flesh
The sound
A hymn we both praise
Wetness builds between my legs
With each strike and cry
The heat of your struck behind
Matches the heat of the furnace between my legs
Waiting to be stroked,
Stoked, by your tongue
The heat burns too bright for my gentle hands to handle
My passion burns too hot to sit tight
Get up! On the bed!
I pull you off my lap,
Soaked with our mixture of delight
To throw you face down
Pressed into our place of rest
A den of debauchery
Covered in 1000 thread count
Your ass, hot pink, hangs over the side
Paddle in hand
Swing and connect
Squeels elicit fly from your lips
Escape from your throat
Cantillate my ears
Invoked by wood on cutis
What once was pink
Now flames in red
Eyes once dry with worry
Flow in tears; rivers of relief
Desire once bundled within
Engulfs us, an inferno
My flesh no longer contained in cloth
Naked to the air
My hands grip your hips
I push labia dew covered
Onto the swell of your derriere
Our combined fires offer soothing fuel
Slick sheen glazes your honeyed buns
As guttural moans cry out
I need your sweet lips on me
Crawling onto our bed
I pull you into my delta of flame
Mouth released to feast
Fill me as you feed
Your tongue, your lips,
Your skill, your talent
Your passion, desire and love
Each swipe and lick
Each suck draws me in
Satisfying the hungry fire deep inside me
As you give all to me
I can feel myself burn and turn to ash
Floating as smoke upon our lover’s pyre
I release
And float away
Laying in each other’s arms
Smiles and arms embrace
Gentle caress of fingers
I hope you learned your lesson?
Oh yes
My Ass Is Yours
Always
Over my knee I lead you there
The swell of your ass bare in the air
Bare hand or paddle I ponder
As you (r) breast press against my leg
You wiggle and whimper
Your eyes they beg
I felt this was a bit too long for a poem.