To Sir...

Tied with submissive ropes

To the bed

Alone in the darkness and with her thoughts

She waits for Him

Sadistic fantasies fill her mind with longing

For she waits for His hands

Across her face, around her throat, against her breast, between her legs

She yearns to have Him take her beyond her limits

And into His twisted fantasies

Where pain and laughter walk hand in hand

As He throws back His head in simple pleasure

She fears His thoughts

For in His eyes

Is her destiny

Death and destruction are not in His plans for her

Exquisite pain is….

She is His and He will have His way

Alone in His hands

She craves His attention, drowns in His pleasure

Desires His pain inflicted upon her….

Endlessly, mercilessly, sadistically and

With love...

Trey 4-6-11