Pink

It’s funny how he frenzies over just a glimpse of pink...
    don’t you think?
Just half a nipple showing, or two glistening parted lips
    between the hips.
Whet his appetite with pink, until his body aches--
    gets the shakes--
Watch his lingering look be smitten by your underwear
    (or tuft of hair)
Electrify his skin with gentle touches from your hands
    and give commands
Seer his burning soul by cooing awful things you’ll do
    before you’re through
Show him brazen confidence, ascend and take control:
    play the role...
Overwhelm, ensnare him with a taste of fantasies
    while on his knees
As goddess, make sure he fulfills your lustiest desire...
    play with fire!
Whatever brings exhilarating pleasure--meets your need--
    prove your greed
Or maybe giggle whimsically--as you abuse your toy,
    show your joy!
Relish every power rush that rolls with every scream:
    live your dream...
And when he’s broken, crumpled, sobbing, pleading for an end
    do not bend
Until you grant him sweet release, esteem the chance to see
    his agony
Mock his hard predicament: each need you help him crave
    keeps him enslaved
It’s funny how it starts with just a simple glimpse of pink,
    don’t you think?