Grip of Passion

Cold is the steel that binds my wrists
Warm is the heart that put them there
Be it handcuffs or chains
To be bound by him is my destiny

Put in my place to serve his needs
Absorbing his thoughtful guidance
Far more than dream or fantasy
His strength prevails over me

Gone are the worries of indecision
His compassion envelops me
My genuine loyalty shines
As he tightens the grip of passion on me

From my eBook: Erotic Bdsm Poetry 2