Be still,
held fast.
Breathe against pleasure,
lungs straining to fill,
with two hands on the mast,
and her face buried in treasure,
subject to another’s will
like never before in life past.
For one moment, she hesitates,
lost in lust beyond measure
and the exaltation of fright,
but surrender is fated.
Palm to throat,
tightening across breath faded.
Her face elated,
her discipline a moat.
A fringe of dark leather
dances gently, just out of sight.
Indefinite moments are waited
on a summer night, in stormy weather
and dim, flickering light.
Acting properly, just as she stated
– tied up, tied down, yet beginning to untether –
on Monday night.
Black tendrils tickle a naked back,
waltzing playfully between pale thighs.
Waves of anticipation crashing,
visions of ecstatic agony flashing
across her eyes
until finally, crack!
