When we sit
together in silence
When we stand
together amid the cacophony
of life in the world outside
When we dance
through the watercolors
raining in the heart and head
When cool soft water
plays across warm skin
in rivulets of leading and desire
When warmth
is exchanged for white hot distraction
that keeps you only in this moment
allowing no other thought to
intrude this space
When cold
becomes an unsettling tether
to the possession
of your body and mind
When the music
does not soothe, but
pounds in your muscles and
rages on your temples
When touch
is no longer gently caring
no longer a reassuring guide
rather each caress
is followed by
the dull throb of raking nails
by the stinging end of
the whip's tail
each touch
feels possessing and taunting
When your heart pounds
more with anticipation
than fear
of the next moment
the next action
the next breath of silence
and unspoken trust
When your face contorts
with the ecstasy of pain
with the joy of willingness
with the peace of giving
When you howl
in the intensity of
each touch...
each breath...
each plea...
each tear...
each thrust...
each sensation...
you are Mine
~Mistress Lane
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