Wearing barely nothing at all,

Bringing with her thongs & whips,

Did she buy these at the local mall,

On her knees she has powerful lips,

Stronger even than her thrusting hips…

Tied to the bed with chains of leather,

Her partner is restrained in regions of nether,

Her name she lets slip, she is Heather,

Tickles him firstly with the softness of a feather…

No personal experience on this end,

But sounds like fun, over her lap I could bend,

Red cheeks & even tears of pain,

Drunk beforehand on a mix of cocaine & champagne,

It certainly does pass the time of the strictly mundane…

© ed 6/8/09