The Session

All in all, too much to bear –
Her, her sexy underwear:
Body clad in fishing nets,
Satin bras and tight corsets,
Flaunted breasts kept under wraps
By scanty tops, spaghetti straps;
Stiletto heels and knee-high boots
Often seen on prostitutes.
A wide, black belt around her hips;
Slutty, crimson glossy lips...
And from those lips, a stern command
With leather flogger in her hand.
My masturbation fantasy
Is standing here in front of me –
A fantasy no more confined
To private realms inside my mind.
She senses power, grabs control,
Wrests the reins that steer my soul.
Ruthlessly she may abuse:
Inflamed with lust, I can't refuse.
Ironic how, through tortured tears
I pray my pleas fall on deaf ears,
For inwardly, I've pined to see
Her kept amused by cruelty.