Listen closely to my voice
As your expectations rise
You must soon make your choice
Search yourself, your soul,
Find within your trust
My touch will make you whole
And satisfy your lust.
Stand naked before your master
Reveal to me your essence
Hear your heart race faster
While humbled in my presence
Those you’ve embraced before me
Could not understand your need
A simpler woman would bore me,
But on your fantasies I’ll feed.
You submission drives my passion
Let me mold and shape your mind
Your will is mine to fashion
Your wrists are mine to bind
Your hands and feet bound tightly
Though your passion still runs free
Transported to heaven nightly
For a negotiated fee
The price is complete control
Of which you shall make mine
The extraction of my toll
Sends spasms up your spine
Feel the quiver in your thighs
The head and moisture at your cleft
The silk scarf blinds your eyes
Your neck can sense my breath.
A feather down your spine
A whisper from below
A finger draws a line
Tracing painfully slow
A tongue across your shoulder,
Or a finger moist and wet,
Your passion fires bolder
One by one, desires are met.
Feel me, hear me, smell my scent
My arms wrapped round your waist
A tender kiss your will is bent
Your tongue is mine to taste
Sense my tongue upon your breast
And my fingers upon your hips
You hold your breath subtly lest
A scream escape your lips
The electric charge of my touch
Brings you higher still
You did not know you’d build this much
As I offer you your fill
Excitement builds when suddenly
Your supple spine is bent
Submissive nature arouses me
I explore with lustful intent
Hands and feet, bound so tight
Mind floating in a dream
You can struggle with all your might
But no one can hear you scream
Sensations wrack your being
Your flesh becomes consumed
On a level beyond seeing
All fantasies are exhumed.
For so long you have desired
A love who understood your need
So many others made you tired,
When all your hints they did not heed.
You’d never more be unfulfilled
I’ll satisfy your wants
Pleasure pain with blood un-spilled
I’ll drive you with my taunts.
Your wants and needs facilitate
A canvas to perform my art
Blinded and bound, anticipate
Where next my ministrations start.
To our time together so intimate
Your imagination, much has lent
Until our revelry culminates
Satisfied, listless, and spent.
