Sweet Sable Toy. 2byShamanskiss©
2. The Offering of All
Experience is my need,
And her face turned into my palm.
Experience of a Master,
To guide me,
Steer me, safe from harm.
Her breath flows softly,
Her full lips rich in promised sin,
Knowledge of what
And of how,
Where my Need’s journey must begin.
Full red caress promised,
Darkness dressed in red,
Kneeling, bowed in offering
Self’s own acceptance
Bound in willpower
Her will, surrendering.
I need a knowing Master
A Man to freely make me obey,
Perhaps to punish should this new submissive stray.
Moist sheen, glistening
Bejewelling naked flesh
Gemless, so freshly alluring,
Made keen by age’s distance
The core of that which I did bring.
Dry touch, claiming
Perfection so displayed,
Beauty willing, by contract,
Contracted Beauty suddenly enslaved.
How much pain must be suffered,
Asked in heated eager fear,
Fear a shade of hunger
Secrets shared and now admitted clear.
By your Need, my voice instructs her,
Governed by Your word,
Choose it, and set it safe in recall,
A word the key,
To summon, on mercy’s kiss to call.
Is that not your place,
The moments all yours to choose,
I replied of limitations,
Marked a line ‘twixt enslavement and abuse.
She asked what name to call me,
Grand terms by which I might extol,
I explained that would be her learning’s goal.
On knees she was made ready,
All framed in lace edged sin,
And powered by one word,s silence
Did our sweet ecstasy begin.
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