The Free Slave
Grey matter in serpentine thoughts loiters over her form,
Black magical leaches grow to suckle looking for her blood.
She defies these probes as her veil floats down the staircase,
Reluctant to let go her love for his bonding caress:
Playful they tame her to the world of erotic pleasure,
Unknown he creep in tender exploration for her joy.
Rehearsing they make her senseless with pure ecstasy;
In her hands she holds them imploring moments of relief.
In freedom they feed to grow in number and sensations,
Imparting seductive release to burning body cries,
Merging her to the soft impaled passionate surrender;
For now the point of no return becomes her refuge.
It is his wit that embraces her body, mind and soul;
In its true spirit she performs to his desire and will.
Picture Prompt:-
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