Mastery (Ottava Rima)

Her master thrusts in deep and lies entrenched -
Pleasures ebb and flow like storm tossed waves;
She bites her lip and, yes, his hands are clenched
Around her wrists, to ensure that she saves
The moment when her climax will be wrenched
Until she is permitted, though she craves
The chance to stop this tension and to reach
A stillness to reflect on all he seeks;

Her legs are wrapped around him, as a cove
Might wrap the sea in a calming embrace;
His sensual appetites seek out the trove
Which she has hidden; now, he is in place,
He can excite and excavate her love,
With fitting usage and finesse; she'll grace
His lap, the couch, the carpet or the floor
While he enjoys her: always wanting more.

Her master thrusts in deep and, then, withdraws,
Watching her face to tease her; he anoints
Her breasts with perspiration, in the pause
Between each penetration; he appoints
His member to extract her sighs and stores
The pent up energy that seals the joints
Which might become deep chasms, if let be,
And not charged to submit to mastery.