Bound ~bySapphos Sister©
your slick, licked thighs
pillow my questing lips,
wrists strain against the silken ties,
cruel hands taunt firm breasts, their bruise-red tips
hardening to my touch: beneath your mask, dark eyes
weep longingly as cool mouth slowly slips
upon your lovely, pearl-pink prize.
Now, at last, rapture grips
your slick, licked thighs ....