Pink Lipstick

I twist your hair around my wrist
And slowly push you to your knees
Firelight dancing in your eyes
We both know what you need

My thumb traces your pink lipstick
You tremble but don’t speak
You want to hide your hunger
But you’re betrayed, by nipples peaked

Straining forward anxiously
Rough ropes about your wrists
I raise an eyebrow slowly
There’s something you have missed

Your eyes downcast in realization
You forgot what must precede
Surrendering, then pleadingly,
At last you whisper: “Please…”

Across my throbbing cock your breath
Feels hot against the head
I cruelly grip your jawbone
And kiss you hard instead

Your wanton need escalates
That hunger in your eyes
Becomes a spark of triumph
As between your lips I glide

Your greed that so excites me
As at first you slowly suck
Then your desire overcoming
Your mouth, you want it fucked

I love your desperation
Marked by your hollowed cheeks
You take my cock so ravenously
Down your throat so deep

Rhythmic moans like music
Your tongue in wild motion
I think of holding back
But soon dismiss this foolish notion

My head thrown back
Ecstatic cry is more volcanic roar
A liquid heat suffuses me
An explosion from the core

The throb is so intense
Each burst your mouth I fill
And then I hear you swallow
In the silence now so still

I gaze with fascination
One tiny pearl upon your lip
A luminescent testament
To your now smeared, pink lipstick

With the naughtiest of smiles
You catch it with a finger
Then slowly, slowly lick it clean
On my face your eyes so linger

I then release you gently
Knowing most would never see
That in the end it is your power
Your power over me