Moon Rising 

As I  tug 

My silk ties

Scent of candles

Calming my racing heart

Sounds down the darken hall

Voices soft and familar

Clink of wine glasses

She is not alone

Laying still

Foot steps echo 

Off our wood plank floor

Smile etched 

On my face

Pleasurable night waits

As your black crop 

Drops across my bare arse

Always in sets of three

Drops of crimson refect 

Off our mirror

Moans escape

My parched lips

As a bare pussy 

Pushed to my face

Feeding my sexual wants

Her scent I know

 As your crop

brings my thoughts back  

For I am 

Your naughty boy