Not Tonight

I lay down in bed
I find you there , asleep
I place My arm beneath your head

You shift moving closer
My hand I lay upon your hip
Letting you know I still care
failed,your duties did slip

You move up and closer still
My hand sliding down to your ass
Testing My resolve and will

I hear you moan, as I grip you tight
you shift , My hand lower
forgetting the reason to fight

you wiggle and squirm, but cant succeed
In placing My hand lower
to quench that need

My hand within inch, as I hold you tight
this is your punishment
now good night.

What a lovely poem, I didn't know you wrote these as well. Very sweet, and I can see the scene just as you write it. I see the punishment is hard on you as well, Sir, and hope the duration was short and the recovery joyous.