I long for your touch /
Simulated by my own /
Exploring my heat

Bent over a chair /
Knickers around my ankles /
Your hands on my ass

She leaves hurriedly /
Pulling up her underwear /
Her pussy leaking

Her blindfold in place /
She feels him writing on her /
Sharpie against flesh

On her back she plays /
Imagination screening /
Her darkest desires

In the long mirror /
She watches him part her lips /
And penetrate her

She slides down the wall /
Onto the champagne bottle /
Impaling herself

Perfect arousal /
His face pressed between her legs /
As she slowly wakes

Her red stilettos /
The only clothing she wore /
Pressed into his back

In their hotel room /
She can feel his wedding ring /
As he fingers her

Naked on her back /
Tight bonds pulling knees to chest /
Her pussy exposed

He savours the sight /
In the changing room mirror /
Her face in his groin

Her body trembles /
As hungry fingertips glance /
Against her pussy

Hungry eyes on her /
Knickers around trembling thighs /
Her wetness exposed

Her body trembling /
The heel of her stilettos /
Slides between her lips

She stands longingly /
In the centre of the room /
Naked and restrained

Her long hair cascades /
Flowing down her naked back /
To her hand-cuffed wrists

Hot red wax splashes /
Her skin alight with pleasure /
And warm candle glow

He awakes to find /
Her warm lips wrapped around him /
Perfect arousal

His warm hands on her /
She sinks into his embrace /
Melting at his touch

She has two brushes /
The one that's not for her hair /
Is for her pussy

Hungry and alone /
She raids the kitchen fruitbowl /
For a banana

Gasping he withdraws /
She tugs the condom off him /
And opens her mouth

He licks her pussy /
But despite his thoroughness /
Nutella remains

Topless on her bed /
She pouts, playfully performs /
Teasing her webcam

Beneath her short skirt /
The breeze plays on naked skin /
Teasing her pussy

Her cellphone vibrates /
She glances at his message /
Flushed with sudden warmth

Laptop repairman /
Fixing a couple's PC /
Perusing his finds

Knickers by her feet /
She bends over a chair /
Pulls her cheeks apart

He's chosen music /
But she doesn't want romance /
Just wants to be fucked