AN ODE TO THE LADY OF THE DUNGEON
She dresses to please, but only to tease
You cannot touch, though you want to so much
Who is this Women who is into your life?
The one who is secret from even your wife?
A Woman of mystery, intrigue, and desire.
A Women that burns you like a red hot fire
You kneel before Her awaiting Her touch
She touches you like you want it so much
You feel so weak, as She squeezes your parts
Followed by a slap now that really smarts
But you just care; you so need to please Her
You have no choice because you’re in Her lair
Who is this Women who takes your breath
Yes you know Her its Mistress Beth