Leather and lace were just toys to her
True authority was contained within lipstick
It slid across her mouth in a long red streak
Tattooing her mouth, her voice
Voluminous colliding and gathering in a reflection
Of pink and satin trimmed with sensual grace and white tassels
I like to control
She purred nightly in the other end of the phone
Mouth intensified each emotion, her tongue curled around my throat
The dial tone cluttered thoughts, and static served breathing room
Under the guidance of a carefully placed vocabulary coated in red
Tracing faint lines along the receiver, my skin
Tingling bound to her voice, collapsed to knees
I like to control
She poised near the bed
Veils before eyes she handed me restraint and told me to enjoy it
Scrawled red writing on my stomach, domination
Submission on my thigh, pleading only reaction
Clicked tongue into little demands and sharp breaths
Dialogue of actions abbreviated in a glance, stance
I like to control
Watching from the window,
She pinpoints desire from blocks away
Pulling me near, she rests her red lipstick against my ear
Hands move softly along my shoulders
Patterns of authority cling to thighs
Shivering out lullabies, voyeuristic gazes
An audience she gave me in the middle of the afternoon
I like to control
In the mirror, her reflection becomes my own
Domination cupped in my eyes, submission lingering in palm
Everything else is toys and control the ultimate game
Within my stance, glance and language
Illustrated in the form of red lipstick.
