elegance

she sits obediently on her knees
splinters from the rugged pallet piercing
waiting, waiting
waiting for him
it starts with a rumble,
like drumming far off in the distance
as it gets closer she begins to feel it
from with in her
this is what he creates
this is just  THE BEGINNING
the trembling rises
and her head tilts to one side, gently
as if a noose has been placed around her neck
THE BINDING
she follows,
her torso snakes down, hunched over
arms stretched out before her
and she arches her back
as if cracked by a whip
THE TIDE WAVE
it electrifies her whole body
every nerve in her has swelled
to the anticipation of his touch
not just his hands, or lips, or cock
but any and every inch of his skin
brushing hers, pressing hers
instantly sends her into the void
MORE
every fiber of her begs it of him
more of anything , more of everything
the drumming becomes deafening
her essence feels griped in a vice
-held
THE HOLD
she snaps her eyes open
and finally sees him as if just emerged from a heavy mist
dark yet glistening
she predicts his sweat
her tongue waters thinking of all his juices
droplets of sweat, creamy white froth, the spit from his grunts of pleasure
meal for a goddess, so good, it has to be
she can smell his hunger , almost see it like an aura around him
its in his eyes every time they hold her captive  
ENSLAVED
sometimes he forces it but she always sees past it
to what she knows, and finds what she wants
and brings it out for him, to see, to face, to rid, to enjoy,
to feel and alleviate
at times it drips from him
like the crimson river she spills that he desires
it feeds them, it spurs them on, it teases and
it begs to be released, it begs to be taken
in the shadows of the dark they find their playground
toys for the mind
THEIR REALM
where pleading turns to begging
whimpers to screams
cuts to gashes
and his grin to a sneer
what more can be said
it sums the need of each
never anything to solve this enigma
of where and how things came to be
they are as they should and as is meant