May I?
An ache that sparks
then blooms and grows
It never shows in the way she smiles
Her eyes caress
and then undress
But not your body
She bares your soul
You need her touch
To sting with pain
To rearrange your senses
The cracking whip and silky slip
That shattered your defenses
She plays the game
and all the same
She’s mastered all your interests
Where pleasure’s pain
and painful pleasure
not your choice but at her leisure
You find it hard and then too easy
Giving in to her discretion
The grazing teeth, the burning sting
The subtle brush and smell of leather
And on your knees you find release
When all you are is nothing
She breaks your will
A sinful thrill
And yet you are in heaven
That final stroke
A whisper spoke...
“ but Mistress, May I?”
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