can i get a witness….

The firmness of which your desire
Is it in reciprocation from commands of your sire?
The pleasant calming of his voice
Knowing you have by no choice
Your wrist meticulously bound
Yet you best not utter a sound…
Your mind dutifully memorizing
Awaiting pleasure forthcoming and mesmerizing
Your eyes following my hand
Trusting but flinching with but a command
Unbutton your blouse my child
Open and show me of you, the wild
Whisper to me
Tell me of your inner wilds that be
Paint with words for me to see…
Shall I leave you for moments at end?
Or would you beg for me to begin.
Ask me so you will hear
How you may pleasure me, my dear?
Show me the skin, your skin
Open the blouse, your breast, within.
Do you want to do as I request?
Make me your mind’s guest.
For your soul breeds the treasures within the chest.
The tone of my voice as we have discussed
You know you can more than trust…
The firmness could it be manipulated by lust?
Once again the planting of a seed
The rehearsing, the movements, getting you to believe…
Assuredly, I know your breast would be before me
You begging me to see.
The firmness yet softness of your swollen breast
Lay them in my hand, let them rest.
Feel the strength within my grasp
Hands rough as a rasp …
As I roll your plumpness between my palms
Do you hear evidence of biblical psalm..
A religiousness
Contradicted by a subtle dictating gentleness
Witness….
grope if you will for another caress

Let me hold your life with a forceful guidance
As that of a trance
As your desire …the firmness of that pleasurable dance.