her touch,
i yearn for its painfull grace,
the nails,all black
as i hang here chained,with love she says
dark,all i see
waiting ,my queen
almost time,i feel it
sound of heels,tiled marbel
freedoms key,door opens
i shudder with anticipation,
steps slow,heart pounding
nails grazing,breath gasping
she lets out a purr
my breath i hold
blindfold removed
light blinds
a hand on my cheek
it sooths
my eyes meet hers ,and i see her smile
as she moves in i smell her skin
ash's and cloves
she whispers in my ear ,are we ready my dear
i can do naught but whimper,yes (full of fear)
at once its there,her nails its fire
i arch my back ,mouth open to scream
but silence is kept,for thats what she likes
stoically,im there almost a statue
i wait for her kiss,
a quick little bite is all i require