wet heat
a warm seat
– the kind you sit with,
not the kind you sit on
my body across your lap
your belt, a leather strap
you use to tease
intent to please
spiking my fear
oh god, please don’t use that on my rear
the gentle slide of your belt’s caress
makes me wet between my legs
and as slow anticipation builds
i’m no longer sure what’s giving my flesh the most thrills and chills
maybe I do want you to tan my hide
if we’re going by the evidence between my thighs?
the intensity of your sweet mind fuck fuels my lust
my fast breathing turning my lips drier than dust
holy fuck! i need it now!
i don’t even care if it’s the belt or your hand which strikes on down
your muffled groan and a dull thud
as belt hits floor and hand my butt
at the same time as fingers slide inside
teasing out that lightning prize
my body constricts and then convulses
as your dual assault burns me to ashes
©2015 Kat Crimson
