Summer's Shine

Summer sunshine, through landing windows, lights  
The dust motes floating thickly on the stairs;  
It heats the waking chatter and ignites  
Desires for all to rise, as each prepares  
To complete dawn ablutions; let the day  
Stretch out, like all those guests in hotel rooms;  

While I stretch back to feel sir's belt at play  
On my backside - I know that each welt looms;  
In my immediate future, I will bite  
On my bunched panties; I will not disturb  
The other guests or spoil master's delight;  
His arms are flexed; he considers the curve  
That arches up before him; he'll align  
Leather to paint my canvas(s): summer's shine.