My Corset!

Silky bare shoulders perched for his kisses
Below my butterfly bosoms spilling over
Unforgivingly by the coutil

Sighing as his fingers
Trace the ribbon and lace
Hands slowly move down by bodice

And I swoon
As he reaches my cinched waist
I lean back and he pulls me closer

I feel his eyes on my curved hips
His hands reach around
To trace the ribbons

That bind me
His mischievous grin stimulates me
My body pulses with wet wishes

For his touch
He fingers penetrating me with the
Rhythm of my body

Making me drip with wicked wantonness
My lace and bones capturing
The yearning of his Mistress