a little poetry with a leather ring to it….
Swings with a sting
It started off as a serious date. Things were running a bit late.
Boredom tempting as they ate.
Was it half past 8?
She looked ravishing
He seems together
Her eyes shown with glitter
He wanted her to come hither
Easy buddy
I’m not yet your honey
Excuse the horny
Even if he sounds corny
She laughed
At least he tried
The subject of being tied
Oh, look, his cool tie
On a second date
One in which there was no haste
He surprised her by staying
They are to play house and slay
What did you just say?
No, we don’t have hay
Just be a lovely bae
If that’s ok… Through giggles and laughter
She forget the time they were after
He got her to relax and even remove his hat
It was not long before they connected
She playfully teased from a swing
He soaked in the cues from within
What manner of sin… then, she straddled two swings
He felt a gust in his wings
A notion of naughty he’d bring
She smiled with a new knowing
Leather your thing?
Yes, sweet thing
not the heels, I mean…
I know exactly what you need blush
oh hush
You asked for a push?
No need to rush
Hands slipping
Thighs glistening
Nylon forgiving
Heat rising
Lips parting
Hips grinding
Eyes transfixing
Connections aspiring
Something new had shown up
Passion was blowing up
Hormones revving up
Tensions building up
Who knew
Sitting on a swing
Overdressed
Teasing tenderness
There would be a third
Not to round third
But to get to know a third
Sweet leather light as a bird
Then… eventually
Letting it come casually
Eating up ravenously
The sting ever so sensually
They’d have their way
Leaving sweet marks
Until then, on the swings
Thinking and being….
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Shallows of the Deep 