Naughty
A dark room I wait.
My release will come.
Moisture soaks the leather seat.
Moon peeks in the window now.
Knowing it will see.
The pain that is with in me.
The door opens.
I catch my breath.
The shadow moves.
Powerful and wanting.
He knows what he must do.
Looking up to see my masters eyes I wait.
With a soft touch i'm am lifted from my waiting place.
My hands now bound.
My neck now wraped.
I know what is next.
A tilt of my chin,soft kiss on the lips.
weak with need of my never ending ache.
A wisper... 'I am here for my release"
"My child" get on your knees.
With inocent eyes I do what i'm told.
For I know he is my master and I his tool.
~jeNy~
Copyright ©2006 jennifer d. semas
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