Corset

surprise! for the man I can't get enough of—
a cinched corset of butter-yellow leather
making my hips wider than they are

no room left for air, its bone and sinew replace
my own, the stocking top ostrich trim tickles

don't be fooled lover, lying back, head cradled,
or is it I who will be with my talent packaged thus—
we'll have fun finding out

riding crop in hand facing away, I ease on to
straddle you for a rigorous canter, you knew I would

and when I think I've bested you in your intrigue, you
reach and pull the laces tighter till I flutter and swoon