From her concealment, I take her measure:
Compliant one she is—I bind her hands.
Her only purpose becomes my pleasure;
willing, waiting, she thrives on my commands.
Held in respect as ought this awesome gift,
I touch her cheek as in her eyes I see
her love for me. My moves will not be swift:
her pain intense—immersed in it will be.
Contrasting now I gently stroke her hair.
Here shoulder length it falls, sweet scented, long,
over comely neck and to her breasts laid bare.
Her gentle moans melodious: her song.
This one, my love, cares now not but to please
relieve her Master’s mind—and give him ease.
Copyright 2017 Vladymyr1946 (pen name)