Imaginings

Golden tipped black wings of darkness and errant halos of light  
In my mind, He is the Master and I his willing subject of the night.  
Strength and weakness are intertwined in balancing needs  
I am wondrously intoxicated by the mirage of lurid deeds  
In each of us resides a personal hidden treasure  
A secret longing and pleasure that none can measure  
In my darkest recesses I fantasize and dream of things  
Bindings and straps that liberate me, echoes of rising passion ring  
He would deliver unto me an indelible mark upon my skin  
Not in the raised red marks that score, but something deeper within  
An elixir of trust and passion that gives way for pains desire  
A dark angel in the night that brings with Him ecstasy's fire  
The ability to lose control of control, giving self on bended knee  
Fully commanded and obediently restrained, enslaving -- while setting me free.  
I would offer Him respect while shamelessly giving my body for His use  
To see, taste, touch in every sinister edge of sensual abuse  
Finding His peace within domineering fervor’s spell  
It would be both a taste of sweet heaven and sexual hell  
Carnal images of lashes, leather, shackles and whips  
He would be sated as my body weeps His essence from tender lips