A call,
HER call,
That leaves me breathing fast.

I'm on my way,
What can one say,
Mind filled with happenings past.

Be ready, my Syl,
Dress how you will,
Just make it easy to access.

Feeling drunk,
Head in a funk,
Heart beating out of my chest.

Dive in the shower,
Already her power,
Instantly fanning my fire.

What do I wear,
What might I dare,
Arousal spiralling higher.

Knowing her tastes,
No time to waste,
Brain and sex conjointly wired.

Stockings and garter,
Look like a tart or,
Something more sensually stylish.

Fine and lacy,
Looking so racy,
Knowing I'll soon get my wish.

Dressed like a whore,
HER giddy whore,
The one she so beautifully uses.

Stripping the bed,
Thoughts in my head,
The toys washed and ready for play.

Her car's in the drive,
I feel so alive,
All of my fears are allayed.

She comes through the door,
Heels click on the floor,
Me spread wide on the fuiton.

She throws off her coat,
Her expression a gloat,
My gorgeously sexy Ms Amazon.