Welcome to the Dominatrix ( Babes In Rubber Toyland )

    
She knows no bounds    
prefering not to leave me    
tied up in knots, but rather    
in sudsy suspension of    
natural oils and fragrant soap;    
opera music extracted from vinyl    
with a painless needle working    
me into a dancing native groove    
meditative as dispensed beliefs
lather away concerns for yellow
armada surrounding perimeter    
of my weightless, naked    
flotation devices    
   
and I am nothing more    
than a hors d'oeuvre    
devoured by her    
Quacken