Foggy London night ....Pt3

Milady bent forward , reached baaak
& with tremulous fingers parted her own ass cheeks
Mi'lord frowned , smiled --SMAAK !
& pushed his Phallic Head into her ringed muscle
Plop ! Whew , at last , alack .......
& then his Lordship stopped ---no thrustin',
No pushin' , no fillin' up narrow channel@her back
He breathed in & Squeezed the Kegelian musc-band
@ the Base of his Penis ----the Root Lock Chak !
Amazed @ his gentleness , Milady timidly enquired
" Mi'lord , does my Bottom charms lack ???!"
" No my sweet Goose , i'm a Yogi from my days'n stint in India --a looong way back ......!
when in the jungles of Meerut in my army days
An Indian Mystic put me onto this Yogic track .
So mine Semen , I do store , it's called Tejas
in Sanskrit , I read Yoga Shastra in my Barrack.
this Mool Bandha --Root Lock asana gives me greater pleasure than any Fook-Fuck - Fack ??!!"
My consciousness shoots up my Shushumna nadi
the paranormal channel up my spine my erect back
but if you think i'm crazy loony or gone Native
or give me any Flack
mine horse whip will redden your chubby buttocks
& prey on that flawless , marbled Back !!"
" Mi'lord , Mi'lord Thou a Yogi ???!!& I did nae'
know ,perish me lips: will nae' give you any flack
I'm so glad but Mi'lord please teach me some Yoga
I'll forever surrender to Thee Bottom'n Back"
& the Husband-Wife contract was sealed with a
Thumpin' Spank on her curvaceous,sensuous Back !
that cold , foggy Night
after they turned out Gaslight
they continued blissful Erotic Yoga Flight !!

.........to be Contd.