She waited by the door, blindfold over her eyes;
Waiting for the man unseen, desire fills her thighs;
A gentle knock upon her door, she opens it by feel;
Knowing as she does so that her soul he'll steal;
His firm hands now guide her, slowly through the rooms;
All the while he whispers, of the joy that looms;
Softly down he guides her, gently to the bed;
And with the rope he binds her, arms above her head.
The lightest of soft kisses, land upon her breast,
Leaving her so breathless, desperate for the rest;
Strong hands roam all over, slick with sensual oil;
His touch expertly measured, all resistance foiled;
Hips rise as if by magic, straining at the ropes;
Fingers slowly exploring, building up your hopes;
Finally it happens, two bodies slick with oils,
Join in natures wonders, forgetting daily toils;
Faster now and harder, the lover works unseen;
Sweat from passions fires forms it's glistening sheen;
Moments stretch to hours, bodies thrust and lock;
The lady and her lover, the man who dared to knock....
