- Erotic Poetry
- Dark Prince
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He comes to me, Ancient of Days, in soft strong black.
He binds me, silently, in ancient ritual.
I wait for Him, breathlessly, in the position He commands,
As I feel the buckles snap, the laces tighten,
The formal beauty settling over me, remaking me, transforming me.
I melt for Him,
For the power He has over me, the strength of His gaze,
My trust in His integrity, the velvet beauty of His words,
The sting of His hand--to all of these i relinquish my will.
I fall into submission, into jet-black beauty, old as time.
And all words lose meaning
Apart from His perfect male beauty,
My perfect adoration of Him.
He controls all, and i yield to freedom and joy in His bonds.
We dwell in ancient times of Dark Princes and sorcery, of mystic knowledge,
When world and time, flesh and spirit, were all One.
I cling to Him, my world-maker, my love, my Dark Prince.
