Leather Strands

time is ticking, time is fleeting
and i am kneeling on shards of glass
awaiting the moment of penetrating stance..
i kneel, i think, i drift into dream
your darkness that surrounds me
is becoming increasingly withheld, not by choice..
your voice though i try to imagine otherwise
is a hot, burning cinder, that cries in my ears
that reaches deep and pulls and taunts flesh...
that is after all, what you, my Master, do best..
i am open for you any time day or night
open in all ways if you so chose
i desire those strands of leather strips...
kissing my flesh, coaxing the burning up
palms displayed, my flesh laid bare
my eyes to yours, in which they flare...
anger and pain, pain and pleasure
open me wide, delve deep and delve hard
rip the last strands of hesitance away...
i am yours, by unspoken word
no other really sets me off like the sight of you
its in your eyes i yield too, the deviance there....
feed my soul, bleed it into a thousand streams
make my body fall, and bleed for you
kiss this skin with leather strands...