Honey, Fruit & Imagination

Heat rising, tantilizing
Surprisingly inspiring
Ice cubes melting
on steaming skin - glistening

Her bound limbs silently asking
hands and feet grasping
her body contracts, she gasps

Dripping and runny
fruit dipped in honey
slowly inserted inside her
Instinctively she holds it
deep between her legs
wary of the punishment of release

He slaps her to warn
as the fruit quickly warms
she must retain the
package she conseals

He leaves her to infuse
her sanity she may lose
as the juices mingle
she starts to itch
her body begging for it's fix

Time passes, every moment torture
Eventually he returns and kneels before her
In worship his tongue laps
the juices it contacts
the warm fruit he extracts
and greedily consumes

Contemplating absolution she releases
the wrong move, his lapping eases
and he's off for more filling
as her cavity awaits
and the heat continues to rise.