Countdown

*Warning*

This poem won’t be to everyone’s taste, it’s edgy, intense and passionate. However I love it so I’m posting it, it’s up to you as to whether you read or not.

Much love,

S.J xxx

Thirty minutes to prepare

Thirty minutes and He’d be there

Dressed in strips of delicate lace

Eagerly anticipating seeing His face

Toys lying all around

Perfectly placed, easily found

Toys for pain and for pleasure

Plastic, rubber, metal and leather

Two minutes are all that’s left

Time to kneel, to calm her breath

His gift placed between her thighs

Hoping and praying He’ll love His surprise

Thirty seconds until He arrives

Body humming, feeling alive

Final countdown, body ready

Heart rate fast, breathing thread

Door opening and He appears

Looking around before stepping near

Smiling sweetly, blush starts to settle

As she parts her thighs and hands Him the metal

The gleam in His eye shows He understands

What once held fear was no longer banned

His time and patience

Had lowered her limitations

Trust was given

And with it permission

As she hands Him

The beautiful blade that would lead to sin

Her breath catching as blade touches skin

Slicing through lace, eager to begin

A night of lust and of pleasure

Pushing her to climax at His leisure

A birthday treat like no other

The gift of submission from His sweet lover.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from internet).