Untested Dreams

I’m left waiting, dreaming,
Dark, sadomasochistic dreams,
Restless untested dreams.

The scent of new leather
And of your arousal,
The percussion of leather
And flesh on flesh.
The sight of you
Bound and writhing,
The pleasurable pain
Of your animal cries,
And the sweet submission,
As you lower your eyes.

Black leather, white flesh,
Harmonic aggression
And nakedness.

The fierce joy of restraint,
The struggle against strong hands,
The sharp thrill at your reprimands,
The steel in the voice of your commands.

The desire that coils and curls in my belly,
Echoes the coil of ropes in the cellar.
As I think of you,
How easily you bruise.