A Restful little slut
By: Donald Fritz II

As I watch you fret and fuss,
Running to an fro,
Stopping now and again to get this or that,
I must smile and chuckle

For you see,
I never feel the rush of time,
I always live in the moment,
What the next moment will bring is a new story.

Like this poem,
My life is made up of moments,
only the moment I am writing matters.
it is the only one,

Each line
Each word
not picked
not premeditated,
no,
The life I life is from moment to moment,
I watch you run to and fro
as you work,
You fuss over this and that,
You rush here and there,

I sit back,
I watch,
I think,
With a smile,

Ever calm
Ever patent,
I watch you as you rush,
Never pausing,
Not taking a brake

Not till I walk up to you,
Take you a side,
and bind you,
whip you,
and fuck you till you are forced to kneel
because your legs won't hold you up anymore.

then you rest, and I sit back down,
once more watching you,
only now
now you take a moment
now you rest

once more I smile
once more I am amused
because now you try to rush,
but you are too sore,
and too tired to rush,
so you just rest for the time,
You wait,
while I laugh,
knowing you want to rush,
knowing you feel like you have to go do things.
but also knowing that your body is not lessening
knowing that your body is too tired to move,

I let you rest,
bound and sore,
mind and body exhausted.
a Restful little slut.