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I sit and stare
No... not quite stare,
But gaze adoringly
Into the face of she
Who knows what I desire.

Eyes not shut but gently
Closed as if drifting on
A perfumed breeze behind the
bars of lashes black and curled
Beyond eternity

Lines of paint and splash of colour,
Caressing the eyes with the
Gentle paleness of pastel shades....
Beyond which rise the aquiline cheeks
Topped with crests of peachy snow

Lips, oh lips of gentle hue of frosted
pink, tantalised by tip of tongue and
Moistened to...

A shiver, lightning fast and twice as hot,
Shaking my spine to it's foundation
At so simple, so delicious,
So divine.... a sight....

Dare I drop my gaze lower to behold the
Beauty that I know is there, tracing neck
Of ivory sculpture hidden behind a band
of leather....

Coarse and heavy, so out of place with D clip
Bound with lengths of chain, icy cold
Against your flesh into which it bites with
An unbound ferocity of desire.

The gentle curves of this body are exquisite...
It hurts to see and not to touch
Or kiss or lick... but you must wait as I must wait
For the time that is to come.

And so I sit and watch and yearn as you must do,
For though I am Master, love and true,
I cannot help but notice.... your defiance,
Passive though it be, with lick of lips or
Gentle moan tempting me to give in...

To touch and lick and squeeze, to torment
The flesh and base desires of mortal man and
Immortal woman bound..... No! I will not give
In I must be strong, she must beg and beg and
Beg once more before this facade of strength fails....

My grip tightens on the cane,
Bringer of joy and of pain
Sublime and quick a gentle swish
The crack of flesh and draw of breath....

I sigh... even sitting chained and collared
still To me you are my Lady,
Mistress you are and ever shall be,
A night of switch, of roles reversed
When power rested in my hands,

But all I can do is sit and stare
No... not quite stare,
But gaze adoringly
Into the face of she
Who is that I desire.