The Marble Staircase

The marble staircase,
wound up to the third floor.
Where the senses were alive,
and the flesh wanted more....
Down a long hallway,
there are doors on each side.
You can choose any that you wish,
but once there, must oblige.

The first is for bondage,
a game, not for the weak.
Whether you are dominant or submissive,
your fate you must meet.
Shackled to the wall,
black leather stretched tight.
Silver studs inhale essence,
all through the night.

The second is for fantasy,
the gift of imagination.
Where you can open up freely,
to tingling sensations.
You can choose your topic,
it matters not what kind.
From the insanely kinky,
to the coquettishly sublime.

The third is for fetish,
if you dare to be bold.
Pure, undulated ecstasy,
a gift....very few know.
There are numerous toys,
to arouse your pleasures.
Glistening, nude skin
mingles with sensuality's treasures.

Every door thereafter,
is for many themes.
If you care to be something,
found only in your dreams.
You can bask in the wake
of your most intimate desire,
that from within your soul,
becomes a raging fire.

So, let go of yourself,
and let your mind roam.
In the world of erotica,
sexuality comes home.