For M'lady,


Stripped naked, restrained, that I should see,
She, so indifferent to my nod,
uncaring, She casts her gaze elsewhere,
I yield now, as chastened by the rod.

Sweet Lady, see the cruel and crimson whelts?
Smite once and smite me now anew,
though wracked and sore, I smile,
each one weeps of my love for you.

But now, you pause, remove the gag,
you are bored and I must pay the fee,
unsmiling, haughty, you beckon with the crop,
pleasure sought, whilst I am on my knee.

The predator now soon becomes the prey,
her power quickly ebbing and then gone.
Now gasping, grasping at the empty air,
this Lady, I so casually feast upon.

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Bronzed Aussie.