Leathered Love

My throat remains bare
and collared love waits,
gathering days for
my Sir.

Wisps of senses
the click of lock brings
the darkness of trust and
my Surrender.

Daydreams of need
his growl of lust begs for
the crop on cream flesh then
my Fulfillment.

Stretches of  time
the long expansive need
for Master's hand and
my Ecstasy.

From across space
his secret calls to mine,
distance we loathe tests
my Endurance.

Weeping not for the imposter
instead the heart
and body miss
my Soul's Lover.