Shivers of Steel

the sight of steel
shining – bright, cold
laid out
waiting

afraid
excited
shivers whisper
across flesh
grown suddenly too warm

              Is this what you want?

                          yes
barely spoken
craving breathed
through tremulous lips
felt more than heard

                       Yes What

                           yes Sir
muscles quiver
eyes riveted
captured by visions
long awaited desires

strong, commanding fingers
grasp, twine
through soft, silky strands

                 Very good My little minx
firm, demanding pull
twist
of Master’s hand
exposes creamy column
of tender flesh

                 Don’t forget again bitch
teeth sink
into delectable flesh

need ripples
through trembling muscles
passion flows
liquid heat