My Masters Love

Quietly waiting my eyes downcast,
calming my racing heart by force,
I await you leather gloved touch,
Upon my feavered quivering skin.

You speak my name curtly...

Obiediently I crawl to your lap,
placing my hands for you to bind,
My will to please you carries me,
Through the racing fear pleasure.

You call me slave...

I stand against the cold stone,
My eyes in cloaked darkness,
As I wait for the slicing whip,
It's kiss of pain pleasure.

You growl my name...

My hot flesh reddened and sore,
You explore my moist depths,
Slamming into my waiting body,
You explode in your desire.

You whisper my name with love...

	july 28, '96

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