Treasure

Pillow covered by chocolate-brown curls,
Collar bone graced with a long strand of pearls,
Light from the candles shines on her tears
Yet through her submission she conquers her fears.

His eyes travel the length of her, head to toe,
Skin dewed with sweat and seeming to glow.
His marks stand out against thigh and breast
And she’s passed yet again a most difficult test.

Her submission to Him is a gift that He’ll treasure.
She can have no idea of His joy and His pleasure,
Spread open before Him always knowing her place,
Each welt stands to prove her submission, her grace.

He can no longer resist, He must taste, He must touch,
She writhes and she cries, each sensation too much.
Into slick, wet heat He strokes deep and slow
As her hips rise to meet him, need coils hard and low.

Her mind, body, and soul to possess and to own,
He cums with a shudder, she cums on a moan.
He knows that her gift is one He will treasure,
She’s given herself for His use and His pleasure.