String of pearls, silken twine,
Lust burns beneath my porcelain flesh.
Anticipation courses through me, fresh;
He's silent as I make him mine.
Rough, I ordered he undress,
Heart thundering as he complied.
His body begged a harsh caress
That I was happy to provide.

Face-down on sheets of fiery red,
Alone upon his sleepless bed.
Wrists and ankles, satin-bound,
Instructed not to make a sound.
He relishes his divine hell
And serves his mistress very well.