Tempted

Tempted, she rose quite early in her bed,
To take in fresh-brewed love from her sweet sir,
Yet, if he woke to give her love instead,
He would be privileged to hear her purr;

Invited underneath her linens white,
Close to her flesh – Goodness! No nightdress,
He could find she brings him barest delight,
And, so informed, accepts the soft caress…

...Property seeks to please the owning Master,
And holds him firmly between her naked hips,
He reaches down, so he can really clasp her,
And then accepts the moist touch of her lips:

Knowing she serves best when stripped of clothes,
In her quiet bed: the tempted early rose.