Princess and Prisoner

Princess clad in golden dress, escorted through the smiling night.
-The sight hails mind's enticement, difficult to repress.
To traverse through the stations of luxury and markets of taste.
-Drifting about to find an area of temptations.

First, a luxurious station filled with threads of woven order.
-A private area where my repressions are killed.
She chances at a garment, to examine herself in reflection.
-Lusting gaze at her figure, absence of relent.

Just one item with admire she takes home with glee.
-I approach as she removes her golden attire.
Dress made for a ball, it will look best adorned.
-What lust suits her best, nothing at all.

A dining before her return, what delicacy style to choose?
-Clad only in her glory makes my instincts burn.
Listening to her preference of taste we drive for pizza.
-The image before me brings heart unto haste.

A short stop and chat, patient for a small order.
-A step after step, moving like a cat.
As expected on time, small and delightful, quick to finish.
-Reaching and feeling, soon to have her all.

My time as her escort, seemingly swift, short, but sweet.
-To the linen with my lust-bound cohort.
An end to the fun, a night fulfilling a lifetime.
-As prisoner to mind, the night had begun.