[Kitten.With.A.Twist]

You think you're in charge
when I bid our hostess a lengthy
goodbye and slide my arms into the
coat that you impatiently hold ready
My thanks is a smile as you open my door
pretend I don't notice your eyes as they
slide up my thigh along with my hemline
curl myself into your warm leather seat

You think you're in charge
when your mouth curls at my delight
at your gift - one perfect white daisy
I press my curves to your hardness
stroke my lips over your ear
whisper "Thank you, Baby" softly
in the tone of voice that always makes
you suck your breath in fast

You think you're in charge
when you lead me slowly upstairs
spread my strong thighs with yours
pull me in close enough to bury
your face into my belly and
slide silken lips against skin
mine and yours
both soft and strong

You think you're n charge
'cause you're taller...and stronger -
with arms muscled from labor
and a hand that can span my wrists
until I break your grip with a smile
dig my nails in so deeply you moan
while I purr - first your name
then the oh so powerful word "Mine."