Dark Tapestry

The double doors are closed; the day is done;
The footfalls fade away and darkness drifts
From innocence to harsher forms of fun
On which a dominant often insists;
The breathy hiss of gasping is the sound
That no one else will hear: the silent tread
Of master mounting stairs; prefaces pound
Of adult copulation: that's our thread;

A fucking, forceful, filling will be fine
For this submissive as an acolyte;
You always rule the roost, you know when time
Is called, then I surrender until night
Is ended by the daylight as this warm,
Dark tapestry is broken by the dawn...