Edge of Fire

I quietly kneel in the shadows
Heavenly sin knows my name
Giving self and receiving same
I'm a broken goddess on my knees
As I silently beg my Master please
Like an addict I wait for fix
Wanting short pass across the Styx
In passion's mini-deaths
Gasping whimper on heated breath
Cool as Ice, Hot as Hell
He knows my needs very well
Depending on his mood's desire
He will lead me to the edge of fire
Brutal caress with ecstasies rise
Dip my head with downcast eyes
Sensuous freedom within restraining grip
He pulls my chain to start the trip




(enjoying my Saturday)