Zeal

My buckle shines while, dazzled by the sun,
I feel the brightness, like the fleeting glint
in Master's eye that outshines all, before
He turns away with a brief gesture: one
That took my fingers to the buckle; hint:
He may delight in leather that this whore
Wears spanned around her waist; it might be fun.
To have my belt scar these hips with a stint
Of markings that criss cross my rump; the core
Of his teaching's obedience - the run
Is mine to gift and his to take - a mint
Has far less currency; I will not store
The look upon his face - I'll simply kneel
And pull the zip and suck his cock with zeal...