Kiss Thy Hand

Kiss thy hand which spanks your bottom.
A bottom made for I, alone.
Groan in pleasure from the strike.
Oh, what a bite.

Thank the lips which press against your chest.
A chest which quivers beneath my touch.
Sigh in ecstasy from the nips.
All the way down to your bits.

Release the breath in your throat.
Where my hands were wrapped around.
From which you sigh and gloat.
Careful now.

I am such a sight.
Clad in leather and latex.
Give you such a fright.
Instead I give you pleasure.

Pain and pleasure.
Pleasure and pain.
Such a triumphant gain.

---Miss Marguerite