The Valediction Ceremony
A veil of silence trickles across the floor,
Dusty slither of light projects from the door,
Her shadow creeps softly out from toe,
Awaiting her lover of friend and foe.
Slithering light snaps open into space,
Painted innocence sits upon her face,
As lust’s silhouette is launched in the air,
His essence of musk lingers with despair.
Cold distilled atmosphere is sliced apart,
From tension of warmth within his heart,
Her spirit compelled towards submission,
Body composed for his lust’s commission.
His thick fingers gloved with black leather,
Grasping coiled rope to which he’ll tether,
Her wrists, elbows, ankles and then thighs,
Ensuring his wicked passage of love inside.
A solemn eye inspecting the delicate lace,
Adorning her body basking in pure faith,
Her once trembling heart beating so calm,
At peaceful ease without fear of any harm.
His muscular thighs, arms, and rippled torso,
So capable of blemishing marks of Bordeaux,
Her mind once shrouded in darkness is freed,
She vows her soul shall meet his every need.
His deep-seated voice requests for permission,
To love like no other through her submission,
Her reply comes as a song of divine clement,
I beg to remain, Sir…
…Your most humble and obedient servant.
(c) 2016 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2016
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