Everything I touch.

Skin as delicate as satin. Warm and smooth. Slick with sweat. A blank canvas ready for colour.

Muscles bulge and strain against the bonds. But you will not be going anywhere. Even if leather and steel were to fail; I would not.

The scent; A drug. Hot and begging. Speaking volumes without saying anything. A taste of divine emotion and base instinct.

Haggard breaths. A pulse of discordant melodies. The drum beat echos in my ears so sweetly.

You wait in anticipation for that touch. My touch. A caress to put the devil to shame. A rapture stronger than ecstasy.

A gentle raking of the skin to begin, but intensity will increase. Talons poising to maul.

Then pointed teeth pressing into exposed flesh. A bite sharper than a thousand blades.

By tooth and by claw, blood will flow. The hunger must be sated.

For despite casual appearance; I am built to savage.

And everything I touch turns to red.

Musings of devotion: Servingboi 07/06/12

Behold the cage in which Your lovers dwell

ruination came with Your abundant kisses

now in chaste prisons must they serve

And You the sensual turnkey of their bliss

Judge and jury of their fate and misery

misery in love makes lovers true

sweet tears will not open these locks

but bind the minion fast to its true fate

 

Their minds She fingers and stirs

Her red nails raking and pinching

binding and knotting pain with pleasure

sewing will-less service with vice

and hooding reason with Her sensual charms

Spells a Lady of wisdom wields

And loyal are the minds She captures

Those cast into slavery love Her

For She raises them above the common

And blesses them with rarest fate

their prison a lovely guilded cage.

 

To hear Her laugher in the chamber

As She pulls the puppet strings

Is to hear the peels of rawest power

And japes dance to Her command

Naked and daubed by paints

They are the canvas of Her indulgences

Such sweet taste are luxuries rare

That only sophisticated Ladies know

And laughs again She to see on tip toe

The naked viceroy strain

He who commands must serve his better

A Lady of choicest elegance

Sharp as stiletto steel.