Naughty Rose

Her lips are warm against my skin
Her fingers glide across my dress
Material so smooth and thin
I melt beneath her soft caress

My nipples burn with hot desire
As hands discover naked flesh
And teasingly move ever higher
Till barred at last by lacy mesh

She whispers anger, bites my ear,
‘You’ve disobeyed me, naughty Rose!’
She bends me over, spanks my rear
Relentlessly until it glows

She stands me up to kiss my brow
‘Forgive me, Mistress,’ I implore
She laughs, ‘Of course, enough for now,
I know you’ll give me cause for more!’

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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