Take Me Please

There she stands in the dim light rope binding her hands
Sillouetted in the moonlight a most exquisite sight
Breasts heaving as she struggles in her bondage
Muscles quivering as she tires a willing participant under his tutorlidge

The ropes that bind her breasts are firm defining and shaping
A line obtuse to her ankle lifts it leaving her exposed, her fount gaping
Elbows touching in her stricture
Little bells on her nipples complete the picture

A crop strokes her fount and her desire is plain
As rivulets of excitement course down her thighs despite her pain
A sharp snap of the crop causes a cry
And she whispers Take me please with a low sigh.