kitty the naughty poet

Waking the inner Mistress

Silly games with whips and chains

excite the inner Mistress

she doesn\'t come to play often

but for you, she will make an exception

feeling your need of caning flesh turned pink

craving leathers bite upon the skin

caressing licks with that delicious tongue,

tight with lyrics of erotic expectations

accepting Mistress on bended knee

always so eager to please

from begging for a game

to hugging hips without permission

she\'ll allow it, for now...

not wanting to move your lips

whispering sweet nothings against hers

savour the tastes of her treasures

you don\'t know when you\'ll next get another

Mistress won\'t be around forever

she finds it much preferable to play the other.