That Night

Surrounded by eyes in a sea of dark
Watching every movement, waiting for the next mark.
Ropes binding her tight against the tree
Her vulnerability plain for all to see.
Firelight flickering on the steel I hold
There is more to this story yet to be told.
Her lovely back is soft and smooth to the touch
My concentration focused as my blade cuts, not to little, not to much.
As the first lines of crimson begin to appear
The voices behind me slowly disappear.
My breathing is steady, measured and firm
Those who don't understand slip away, trying not to squirm.
Those that stay begin to fall into a trance
Watching my blade as she starts the dance.
My heart begins to beat faster as the rush arrives
Adrenaline coursing like fire as I ply my knives.
Her muscles flex as the blood starts to fly
The built up tension in the crowd released in a sigh.
Harsh breathing comes from close by my side
A spectator frozen, eyes opened wide.
Her hips begin to thrust in a dance of her own
From her lips escape a low drawn out moan.
As a pattern of stripes crisscross her back
My vision so focused everything else fades to black.
With my blade beginning her final descent
My senses come alive as I smell her scent.
Knowing she is not done and craves much more
Her ropes are removed for her well deserved encode.
As she is turned to the front, the flames coloring her skin
This is a dance that she needs again and again.
Flicking across her breasts so fine
Her lust is growing, creeping up her spine.
As my pattern starts to come to a close
My heart sings knowing I am the one she chose.
Her trust and faith in me is not blind
In blood our pact has been sealed and signed.
When I sheath my blade, her part is done
She is the best babygirl for me, bar none.
She falls against me as adrenaline begins to wane
The perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
Congratulations are given to us both
The praise is her due, on this my oath.
This scene, in public, was our first time
And with that, I bid adieu as I end this rhyme.