To the eye, invisible
The binding tie that pulls
Her toward the darkness
That will end when she is full
IV drip, invisible
Cannula attached
Needle scratches at her skin
Striking of a match
Unseen cord, tying
Rope around her wrists
Restrained anticipation
Checking off a list
In bondage, liberation
Submissive to be free
Succumb to domination
To give herself to He
Bound up, waiting
Skin adorned, an art form
Strong cold links on lace
Unconventional accessories
A smile upon her face
Pulling tight, firmly
Responding with a gasp
Heartbeats pound inside her
Clicking of a clasp
Furrowed brow, unnoticed
As she's chained up in the dark
Anxious ache of longing
For him to leave his mark
He watches her, in silence
The view causes his swell
Stepping closer to this gift
That he has packaged up so well
Fingertips trace, slowly
Lengthways down the spine
The other hand pulls back her face
She hears him utter, 'mine'
To the outside, private
This ritual like a game
Responding with a moan
As he whispers out her name
Chains on her, visible
Driving her insane
Chained so helpless as she waits
For this pleasurable pain
Attached now, enlightened
On how to set them free
Senses now are heightened
Released effortlessly
Tourniquet, addiction
As her Master's choice
Crushing lips to passionately
Silence every voice
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
