Ode to Her Master

As she knees there in her Passion, all in her beautiful nakedness and Attraction. As the Lightning strikes fill the sky and the reflection from her collar catches in his Eyes. He stands with his leg genitally against his Love and in his Darkened calming voice from Above. He tells his pet to kneel at Ease. Her hair whip's at his leg caught in the Breeze. As the willow they take shelter under bends and bows to the thunder.
Rain now and then slapping against her sacred skin. And with the lighting of the Sky in flashes She simply awaits his continuance of Lashes, Being this storm has taken them away form there mid afternoons Play. His Fingers idly run through her hair She Simply Kneels in Blank stair. As the Dark clouds roll By, Filling this broken days sky, And in her mind at this rush is still this strong Constant Lust. For Her Master and Man, and the soft touch of his Hand.