Erotic PoetryHis pleasure, my peace

His pleasure, my peace

Soft kiss
Sweet caress
Harsh ropes
Sharp intake of breath

Burning wax
Bound to the bed
The snap of a lock
A feeling of dread

Cold sweat and tremor
He approaches me now
Wet as a river
Head bent and eyes down

Fingers lift my chin
Eyes lock onto mine
Gagged, I can't speak
But my body, it cries

For his pleasure,
My release...
His submissive,
My peace.