Smooth and Tight

You know you want it 
like a slow burn, 
inch by inch, 
slowly and deliberate, 
while I pull your hair 
to keep you in line. 
Don't think I won't 
take out the cuffs 
and put your four poster 
to good use. 
The canopy rocking, 
headboard slapping, 
cracking the whip, 
skin slowly burning 
to cherry red, 
You like that don't you? 
You want every pulsating 
inch inside you, 
turning you into my 
luscious love slave. 
I'll take your curves 
like a race car, 
smooth and tight.

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