Muse: Seven Am Fuck Me Pumps
She strides through the door with one foot in front of the other,
Bold black leather pumps,
The kind that raises hair bumps on your arm like a cold breeze on a warm summer day,
The kind that makes your day by making your nipples hard at a single glance,
She strides through the door one foot in front of the other,
I can still see the dry saliva on the back of her heel from last night’s new Sub,
I can feel the power in each step vibrating up to her lungs,
I can hear her powerful demanding tone as she forces him to the ground to worship her toes,
As she says, small black coffee no cream no sugar,
She knew exactly what she wanted and that was for him to obey,
No fucking sugar,
No fucking standing when your speaking to me,
She carried a briefcase way too long for a Sunday,
I shuffled pass her to get a whiff of her perfume and accidentally bumped into her briefcase,
That was way too long anyway,
And out fell a number of rulers,
Long.. tan.. old school.. freshly cut.. rulers,
The entire coffee house spit out their coffee all the the same time ruining church suites, Luis Vuitton bags, crying babies,
I can feel her melting the side of my face with her eyes,
But I didn’t look up the intensity alone was making me wet,
I fell to my knees and began picking up all the freshly cut rulers,
Gagging in splinter after splinter I just keep repeating how sorry I am,
With a slight smile,
I was right where she wanted me to be,
At her feet begging for forgiveness,
I was hoping she would pick up one of the rulers and punish me in front of everyone,
But it is still seven am,
Here...its seven am here but eight o'clock somewhere,
I can still smell the wood burning from tearing ass all night,
Now every time I burn sandalwood I will be right here where I belong damn near sucking the leather off her ankles,
With my ass facing towards the sun,
She stole all the fun with her 7am fuck me pumps.
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