I have you again, our clothes on the floor,

Tonight it is my pleasure to further explore.

I reach for something to steal your sight,

For it is your other senses I wish to delight.

Gently I lay you on the soft bed,

Binding your wrists, hands over head.

Lightly I caress you, but not overly much.

Trying to calm you, get you used to my touch.

Once you relax and start to settle in,

I know that it is time for our journey to begin.

A bit of chocolate and berry,a treat for your tongue,

Ice tracing lines of where your bra had clung.

Fur gliding along your magnificent thighs,

a lick of the nipples to make them rise.

On and on the sensations parade,

more starting before the last can fade.

Finally a hot splash, a heavy warm drip.

Takes your attention as it lands on your hip.

Drip becomes a trickle atop your breast.

Running a stream down the side of your chest.

Slowly it pours, enveloping your flesh.

Drizzles overlapping in a sensual mesh.

Once you’re encased in a waxen cocoon,

It is time for the knife, or an icy spoon.

I start removing your second skin,

Setting cold where comfortable warmth had been.

Cleaning you slowly and with utmost care,

Dressing you again in not but hair.

Warming you slightly with kiss and lick,

I feel your heart pounding hard and quick.

Leaving you bound and without your eyes,

My tongue goes to work between your thighs.

Fingers come probing, and begin to thrust.

Relinquishing control to our shared lust.

Your writhing and moans are utter delight,

And I treasure each one given all through the night.