May I?

An ache that sparks

then blooms and grows

It never shows in the way she smiles

Her eyes caress

and then undress

But not your body

She bares your soul

You need her touch

To sting with pain

To rearrange your senses

The cracking whip and silky slip

That shattered your defenses

She plays the game

and all the same

She’s mastered all your interests

Where pleasure’s pain

and painful pleasure

not your choice but at her leisure

You find it hard and then too easy

Giving in to her discretion

The grazing teeth, the burning sting

The subtle brush and smell of leather

And on your knees you find release

When all you are is nothing

She breaks your will

A sinful thrill

And yet you are in heaven

That final stroke

A whisper spoke...

“ but Mistress, May I?”