Dancing By Night

And, when I hold a cane, you'll dance by night;  
The sounds will swish beneath a moonlit sky;
Then you will find true peace, as we delight
In marking both your buttocks and your thigh;
 
I'll thrash you colourful, until sunset
Has darkened like your blush; but the shamed dusk
Is soon forgotten, as the sticky wet,
Between your legs, makes such a pleasant musk;
 
This musk will help you last until sunrise,
As you are fucked and caned throughout the hours
Where darkness reigns supreme; and the black skies
Are so reflective of surrendered powers;
 
These you will dream of by day; and remain
So very grateful that I hold this cane.