Yours ...

Yours ...

Restricted, feeling fear,
lies passion and desire.
Left alone in the darkness,
the strong smell of leather.

Breathing hard in anticipation,
no sight only sound,
the sighs of hard breathing,
lets her know you are around.

The fine light hairs awoken on the skin,
the trace of your fingertips,
reaching pleasures within.

A woman in chains,
her life in your hands.
Loving words spoken,
she obeys your commands.

The pleasure from the pain,
she submits to you her all.
The fear, lust and passion within,
her mind body and soul.