poem with woman asking for a spanking

In the soft glow of candlelight's embrace, A daring thought dances, a playful trace. With a smirk and a twinkle, she breaks the norm, In this whimsical moment, her spirit is warm. "Would you lend me a hand, a playful gesture, To ignite a spark in our shared adventure? Just a little mischief, a teasing delight, A gentle reminder, to make the night bright." Her laughter spills forth like a sweet melody, In the rhythm of night, there's a spark of glee. A wink in her eye, a challenge laid bare, In the dance of their hearts, a passionate flare. "With a playful swat, just a hint of the fun, A way to feel close, as two hearts become one. In this light-hearted game, let's surrender to play, For the night is still young, and our worries can stay." With a twirl of her skirt, she takes on the call, In affection and jest, they both stand enthralled. For in this sweet moment of laughter and cheer, A bond grows deeper, with nothing to fear.