by WriterDom ©
a treasure waits
bound in devotion
chained in heart
eyes cast downward
yet her spirit rises
the lock
turns
Master greets
with just a touch
of hand against cheek
a kiss, tender on
insatiable lips
his hands delight
to curve of bare flesh,
heat of her need
and damp desire
she yields
willingly
to his command
it pleases her
to give completely
heart, soul, and body
knowing she is cherished
honored, and respected
the summer
night unfolds
a sultry breeze
whipped by the click
of ceiling fan
cool against her
staked out body
bound to brass
with leather ties
wrists and
ankles
writhe helplessly
pleasure overflows
and moans pepper
the still of evening