wax and weltz

they said it was fine

and very appropriate. 

to do so was an honor... 

i like to watch. 

so the evening routine

was replaced  

by cries of painful passion 

as i sipped my cognac
  with feet elevated. 

the ceremony was short and sweet 

strawberries and chocolate 

placed on a platter, 

for me to eat. 

i looked on 

as blood bonded 

and emotions soared. 

her curvaceous thickness 

would never leave one bored. 

then the attack, 

fast and furious. 

with swift desire, 

he did toss her supple frame 

onto the mattress 

for the start of blissful hell. 

with lights dim and her assets bare, 

he began to lick and suck each cheek 

as if i weren't there. 

her moans of pleasure 

seeped past the rubber ball 

and i did desire, 

wanted to inquire, 

as the need in me 

built to a raging fire, 

if it were possible
  to experience a taste. 

but i said 

i just like to watch 

in haste. 

the blackness
  of collar and cuff 

against their shades of brown 

sent waves crashing through my mind. 

the flicker, 

caused by candle in hand, 

changed the shadows 

and pulled a long purr 

from deep within her soul. 

red heat ran rampant
  over her ass and back 

while he positioned himself 

and slid in with skillful knack. 

he thrust with a fervor 

that shook her bottom
  with each stroke. 

she grabbed the sheets 

and matched his rhythm, 

he poured more wax
like hot scarlet jism. 

the candle burned out, 

unlike their lust. 

he laid the tarnished taper aside 

and gave her round brown 
  a solid whack. 

she yelped  
letting out a series of sighs 

as sugar and cream
  oozed down her thighs. 

i wondered 

if she could see me
  through the blindfold she wore. 

 would she see my naughty grin 

harboring the devious desire 

of wanting to see this again.