Playing For Keeps

The saying goes
A man's home is his castle

I'll say it again
A man's castle is his house

When her man is away
She's ready to play
And the young servant girls scatter everywhich way

In sensual, decadent
Tantalizing
Games of cat and mouse

Whenever he leaves
She always stays
And when she plays

She plays for keeps

Foreplay in the courtyard
On the rooftop
Upon the endless stair steeps

Some of her cherished illicit lovers' leaps

The maids on holiday
Dress up in her finest lingerie
And play the role
The willing mice to be pounced

She's courting disaster
Should her Husband, Lord and Master
Return too soon
And unnanounced

As they run and hide
Fullfilling the neverending fantasy
Dreamed up inside
Her vast estate of mind

The Lady of the Mansion
Is just a young girl

Just not the innocent kind

Upscale fashion
Slow passion
Burning lusts
Requirements for hiring
Most definate musts

For heaving chests
Grasping at bare breasts
For carressing arched backs
And asses up in the air

Fondling of firm
Yet supple busts
Hands roaming around waists
Parting thighs to where

Her eager tongue licks and flicks each moistened pearl

The Lady of the Mansion
Is just a young girl

Just not the innocent kind

As they run and hide
Fullfilling the neverending fantasy
Dreamed up inside
Her vast estate of mind

Where she always sneaks up on them from behind