anxious yet keen

 

they decided to play a game
of where it would lead to , their thoughts the same
but his request be to tease him slow
for the start to be quite mellow.
it be all about the nerves
though quickly dissipated looking at her curves
and the way she coaxed and invited
much quicker than he thought his body responded, excited.
the chair placed strategically him to face
those subtle moves, her suggestive smile did set the pace
the look in his eyes like a deer in the light
anxious, yet keen to let go, the hunger not fight.
he began to lose himself in her words whispered
in the distance he thought he heard a voice that whimpered
startled at the reality it be him, all of a sudden feeling unsure
for it be that first touch of her hands to spread his legs more.

 there she sat, slightly above him, on her chair
majestic and in control, to move he not dare
and then on her knees between his legs she slid
to loosen his pants she did him bid.
he fumbled, he shook, for the stiffness a problem posed
the suggestion more like an order on him imposed
his fantasy to please her to watch her gaze
losing himself in their depth, a sultry daze.
her face a story did know to tell
toward her arch, expose his swell
and all he wished for was to become her slave
for her to teach him what it meant erotically to misbehave.
they did, he learnt, he taught her too
for when it be erotic, nuances always new
the chair a perfect start to what did transpire
ignited it did, that erupting volcanic fire.

RB.