My Welcome Home

I stagger up the concrete steps
Hand fumbles for the front-door key
The rain pours down like shower jets
So dark, so wet, so hard to see

At last found and through tired eyes
The key’s aimed where it’s made to fit
Home, out from under stormy skies
Door opens, switch, the hallway’s lit

Warm air on face, goodbye the night
Umbrella dropped, and so’s the mack
I stand there stunned, stare at the sight
Of what greets me, welcomes me back

I turn and shut the door in haste
No sound disturbs the evening here
My lips are dry, the mood I taste
One option now, to loose my gear

Drop to my knees, my eyes focussed
Upon the floor, inches away
Crawl naked, on hands, knees I must
To where the vision waits to play

That vision standing in the hall
Dressed all in leather, shiny black
In six inch heels, makes her so tall
The corset laced behind her back

Blue eyes, piercing, behind the mask
Her gloved hands gripping tight the cane
My discipline will be her task
Her enjoyment to give me pain

And so I wait, here, at the feet
Of my mistress, yet to decide
What entertainment is her treat
I wait, now it’s her time to bide . . .