Floor Anchored Strings

I wish to repay to you the pleasure that you've given me.
Only beginning to know you,
living predictions of ecstasy.
Dark nights,
shared intent,
the exchange of desires.
Tonights my turn to pick,
so I've got you tied now with wires;
hair up to a hook, wrists behind your back, elevated a bit
floor anchored strings, gently clipped, to your nipples and clit
back arched as you bend over, face down, standing, legs spread,
held to the ground by the strings,
held to the ceiling by your head.
A drip dropped from melting ice,
then the hot wax of a candle,
surprise you in places,
near too much, for beginners to handle.
With every flinch you experience, the anchored strings tugging
bringing you closer, and closer, and closer to cumming.
I stop you pre climax, you twitch, twitch,
now between your bound hips
an erotic mechanical vibration
then slow vaginal massage with my lips.
Repeat steady, now fast, furious vibration, as I push you to screams,
your body quivers and chills,
steady pulling on floor anchored strings.
The pain adding to the pleasure, of these new sexual things.
Released, you now explode in my arms, hearts in harmony sing
Great things begin not knowing how to fly, although possessing the wings
The gift of flight now granted, breaking free of our floor anchored strings.