Tonight we’re trying something different.
Tonight I call the shots,
And she trembles in anticipation,
Because that’s what she wants.

Tonight she dresses like a doll -
In a little white skirt like she wore in school

and nancy sinatra boots
and lacy panties
and her hair hanging loose and straight
and it will all be torn and mussed and discarded
by the time I’m done with her.

I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want -

jeans and a ballcap,
nothing but cowboy boots
no, a black suit and tie, because I’m the man,

And that’s what she wants.

Tonight

when I’m pressed between the pillowy flesh of her thighs
and my tongue is buried in her sex

She’ll be the one tied down to the bed.
And I’ll taste her only because it pleases me:
I’ll stop and start at my whim

no matter how much she begs.

And when I have her toy gliding inside her,
It won’t be fixed to my gag.
It will be in my hand,

and she’ll come in 3 minutes and be noisy about it,
and she better not fake it or goddamn it
she’ll be sorry.

But she’s not used to giving up control,

so she’ll fake it just to test me.

I’m ready.
I’ll spank her so hard

that her cheeks will be as rosey as her lips,
and then, even while it’s still tender,

I’ll bite her ass

her plump round ass -
just because I like it.

Its what she wants.

Tonight she’ll worship my cock like a bad girl:
Hungry and greedy and eager to please

(as I am for her).

If she’s a very bad girl I’ll spank her again,

and if she isn’t I’ll spank her anyway,

But she won’t like it.
Either way she better not

make me fucking come
because I’m going to drill her
into the bed until we’re both drenched with sweat.

And the whole time she better be telling me that

“More” is what she wants.
Tonight she’ll cum harder than she has in a year.
She’ll be glowing for a week

and telling me we’ll do it again soon,
and she didn’t know I had it in me.

I’ll be thrilled

by the way she screams my name
when she has that last, leg-quivering orgasm.

Because that’s all I want.