BOUND!

 

Trust,

To lay bare before you,

My outer limits,

(these inner thoughts).

 

     No coded greeting but

A simple teaching,

A brief encounter outside

Of walls,

            Walls where innocence

Contradicts our roles, for

You’re in power, power

To see me torque, taut

Like canvas in a lady’s hall.  

 

            Trusting -

Flowers for the rogue,

This hard exterior befits a

Soldiers soul but deep,

     Deep inside the man now

Bound; A child’s smile,

     A delicate in a toy – town,

Seeking the sensual of an

Angels while.

 

            Trusted!

You oiled the flesh and

Flexed within a moments

Whisper - you kissed the lips

Of the beguiled,

     Stripped the fear from

The man denied, the truth

Of joy for all past sorrows,

Begun.

 

            Trustful of my

Female liege, I beg the brace

And bit, For Stallion like

Will ride you home,

     To where your deepest,

Darkest pleasure pained,

     Again,

            And again,

                            And again is pleased.

 

Michael J Waite 2055hrs. Wednesday 11^th February 2009