Making You My Playground

I pause to witness our handiwork:
Mine was to tie you spreadeagled,
God’s was to create your incredible beauty.

My eyes roam over my favorite parts:
Your eyes, currently blindfolded and hidden,
Your tits, finally revealed and heaving.

I lean down and whisper two things to you:
“You are going to enjoy this so much”,
“I will be making you my playground.”

You’re baffled by what touches your lips:
First there is cold hardness,
Replaced by soft warmth.

You soon realize the duality of this playtime:
There will be moments to tease,
And you will certainly be pleased.

My lips move softly against your neck:
I whisper into your skin “You’re gorgeous,”
Then my teeth bite down on you.

Your inner thighs are my next focus:
My fingernails slowly drag up the left,
Then a light, ticklish touch glides up the right,

You knew I would focus on them soon:
Is that a soft brush circling your nipple,
While the other one feels my lips and teeth?

I have told you how I dream of oral delights:
My tongue licks and teases your swollen clit,
Then my cock slips into your hungry mouth.

As my ministrations continue to thrill:
You lose all sense of time,
While being caught up in each minute.

Finally, a vibe is pressed to your clit:
Many waves of pleasure crash over you,
Yet each one is unique in sensation.

Your ears make you aware:
Your loud moans of ecstasy
Were joined by my sounds of bliss.

Your body was meant for pleasure:
But tonight was it yours,
Or ultimately mine?