Love Glove

Wearing a Love Glove
to more than protect her Hand,
what she had in store
was intimately planned.

He was used
to playing with Fire,
it was his Job
and she longed to ignite desire.

Doing his Duty
putting out Flames,
her Love Glove had
other aim's.

Massaging gently
to see how it grows,
her Love Glove
was caressing his Hose.

He stood there
completely uncut,
teasing one Testicle
it felt sweet as a Nut.

To a Table
he was brought,
lying back she told him to
keep holding that thought.

His Marbles were
in her safe keeping,
if she pressed too hard
his Eyes would start Weeping.

She placed his Penis
in between her Legs,
and said in this position
every Man begs.

She had the power
and control,
when he came
it all landed in a Bowel.