Dark Mistress

Dark Mistress, should I be your willing slave,
To lie at your feet, cold as my chains,
To kiss your toes, when it's your lips I crave,
And your caress, while you give only pain?

Sweet pain, with such a cool and wicked bite,
As wicked as your nails across my skin,
As cool as leather straps to bind me tight,
Or lash my back to punish me for sin.

For it is sinful lust for you I feel,
Your scent excites me like a hunting hound,
And only chains can keep the beast at heel,
And so, my Witch, 'tis wise to keep me bound.

For should I slip the bonds that hold me down,
No arcane spell will keep me from my prize,
And with my teeth I'll rend your silken gown,
And pluck the rosebud hidden 'tween your thighs.

No chain, no rope, no binding leather strap,
No matter that you strike with braided whips,
I'll taste the treasure buried in your lap,
'Til screams of pleasure 'scape your trembling lips.

So light a candle to your Goddess, girl,
Uncoil your ropes and oil your Cat o' Nine,
Slide fingers down your belly, 'tween your curls,
And dream about the night I make you mine.

For though you sting my skin with molten wax,
And though your cords bite deep into my flesh,
And though your whip paints stripes across my back,
My heart will hold one deep and fervent wish;

To see your body writhe as in a dream,
As waves of pleasure crash against your shore,
I'll bend you to my will, my Wicked Queen,
Until you crawl to me and beg for more.