A poem by me part 1
I gave you the number of my hotel suite,
I'm going to treat you like a piece of meat.
The knock on the door gives me a quiver,
I see you standing there and starting to shiver.
There is no safe word here other than trust,
I rip open your blouse and kiss your heaving bust.
I spin you around and press you against the door,
I gag you, cuff you and pull your panties to the floor.
I gave you the number of my hotel suite,
I'm going to treat you like a piece of meat.
The knock on the door gives me a quiver,
I see you standing there and starting to shiver.
There is no safe word here other than trust,
I rip open your blouse and kiss your heaving bust.
I spin you around and press you against the door,
I gag you, cuff you and pull your panties to the floor.