A “Pet’s” Tale.
By Matthias Urquhart
(Vancouver, BC)
She paused a moment, from her long day, and opened up the door
She turned the key, finally home ~ then gazed upon the floor.
She felt her eyes go wide & warm, a smile on her face settles,
For on the floor ~ a welcomed site ~ was a path of red rose petals.
The trail led her weary body down the hall, and up the stairs
She knew he had woven some magic hot, to brush away her cares
To chase the stress off from her day, she saw the candles lit,
And in a bucket of cubes of ice, a bottle of champagne did sit.
A figure moved behind her and strong fingers closed her eyes,
A blindfold slid upon her face, he’d planned much – she did realize.
He peeled her clothes off, slow & sensual, til her form was fully bare,
And led her to a mattress, for a massage for his Lady Fare.
His fingers worked the muscles ~ soft then hard ~ to please her flesh,
His mouth did lower to kiss her skin, and let their rising passions mesh.
His heart holds her in its tender care, he pampers and adores
But when the night’s heat grips them both, the passion simply soars.
Her body opens, beckoning forth, to this lustful-lunging Lad
You’d never know this naughty devil, had the manners of Galahad.
The bath will come, and soon the drinks, long hours will be spent in bed.
He is her Pet, and yet, Her lord, two lovers ~ when all is said.
Just ask of him, of word or lust, of caress, of gentle hand
So glad he met her behind that screen, and flirting naughty in cyberland.
By day he’ll serve her, shield and sword, his strength will lift Her high
At night his carnal passions loose, to please Her and satisfy.
Unknown Loving
- 15 years, 7 months ago
