LIBERATED SUBMISSION
Fearfully, tearfully, she waits in her nakedness,
With elevating apprehensive heartbeats,
When tied to a ring-bolt on the wall,
While silently submissive.
Now she hears her virulent Scorpion approaching;
The cell door creaks; boots echo upon flagged floors,
Of the cold wet dungeon’s murky gloom,
In his castle on the hill.
Her lover is here for her; to guard her captured soul;
She shivers in weakness; surely it’s a game?
He has the power, yet she empowers him,
To devour her soul tonight.
Has she offended the captor of her heart and soul,
Should she plead in subservient submission,
Or with headstrong taunts seek requital,
From his evil chamois crop?
There is inherent compassion, yet she baits his strength,
Toying with stinging virulence from his tail,
As she tempts his fearful fateful bite,
While hoping he devours her.
Shivers quivering down her spine announce his presence;
Her lover approaches, but for what reason?
Surely for tenderness — not to hurt
Her fatefully entwined soul?
Temptingly, the moon-glow of an ample derriere,
Pouts temptation to his cruelly firm-soft hand,
Until sounds of a resonant smack,
Meld with terrifying screams.
‘What have I done, Master,’ - is her puppy-whimpered plea,
‘surely I have pleased you by warming your bed?"
Wilfully he cruelly smacks some more;
She whimpers her plaintive sobs.
With studious intent he continues punishment,
Until he stoops to kiss her tormented flesh,
Consolingly soothing red-raw skin,
With cat-smooches from his cheek.
Suppressed sobs accent the oppressive mask of darkness.
What does he want - he has her love, her body,
A captured soul subserviently shared,
Surely he cannot want more?
Will her precious soul be imprisoned like her body,
Symbolically bound within a ring of gold,
Melding their metamorphosed spirits
Within soul-mate ecstasy?
Again, puppy-dog whimpers evoke as hands turn her,
While fingers seek covert in her bridal veil,
Then open her quivering body
To his tongues tactility.
A relieved sigh escapes as he sups her succulence,
Devouring the honey-nectar of her love;
Transmuting his masculinity,
To explosive virile-ness.
Purposefully his potent body slithers snake-like,
To transfuse with softness of excited flesh,
Being tantalizingly caressed,
With his tremulous kisses.
Then hungry lips placate a pleading pulsing nipple,
To succour in gulping gasping thirst from the
Pristine perfumed pure perfection of
Her deep spring water of life.
A lingering kiss to tender trembling lips follows,
As compassionately she renews the bonds,
Of unequivocal undying
Love for her Master.
He frees her to murmured words of arrant adoration,
As a fragile falling body conforms to arms
Carrying her to his waiting cot,
But for what fateful reason?
Face down she timidly trembles, guessing what’s in store,
And hears the swishing swing of his nine-tailed whip,
As lashes evilly hiss towards,
Her delicate derriere.
Then, on the sixth stroke, she moans her wailing waning cry:
‘Please Master - I am yours in body and soul;
You have liberated my spirit;
I’m unequivocally yours!’
Silently she feels her blind-folded still-bound body,
Lifted at the thighs by an animal strength,
Demanding her wanting waning womb,
Shall accept his virile seed.
Lasciviously love-locked, she lay within his strength,
Tremulously sighing satisfied murmurs,
Conveying pulsing pleading pleasure,
Directly into his heart.
He cuts her free, and her softness melds within his strength,
While absorbing his absolute devotion,
And hears his adoring whisper say:
‘I Love you, my darling pet!’
Tonight they will share the dungeon cot’s welcoming warmth,
As he comforts her to deep and desperate sleep,
With strength enveloping her softness,
As she lives devoted dreams.
Yes, her scorpion has strength; yet never is she weak;
He excites her body; she expands his mind,
Empowering his creativity,
With her femininity.
Forever she waited for her soul's liberation,
Anointing her body's despised loveliness,
While stimulating a kindred soul
As her humble poet’s muse.
How strange their love, yet so intrinsically innocent;
A mature love, and a longing lasting love:
Eternally bonding souls within:
Liberated submission.
