A Poem to My Mistress – Highgate 1985

You leave me there to take a call

I hear your laughter through the door.

Bound helpless on you Bauhaus couch

Designer steel behind my head

Its Jet black leather cools my back

Pump gag deep inside my mouth

Latex eyes that cannot see

My sex exposed through crochless pants

I wait in silent revelry

For your return to lick my sex

Teasing and denying me

Your helpless latex lover.