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Richard Williams Jun 2020
I’m summoned,
Beckoned by the understated curl of a single finger,
The nail long, blood red, filed to a point.
The command is unmistakable.
But the rhythm of the room – not empty, not packed – continues to beat:
The gentle hum of bored chatter,
The ice in drained glasses clattering in accompaniment;
Suits and flowery dresses
Unobservant, immutably ignorant of us and of our purposes.
But as I wander through their casual clusterings,
I shiver - a delicious ecstasy of terror -
In glorious dread of what I must soon endure.
Richard Williams Jun 2020
Leather lady riding high
You are mine to glorify.
As you flicker through the night
In the margins of my sight
As I glimpse you from a far
On the street or in a bar
Strutting through the milling crowd
Head held high, your posture proud
Shades conceal your lovely face
While your leather carapace
Clings and tightens o’er your skin:
All your beauty, sweet as sin,
Awakens my rapacious lust.
But in your mercy, can I trust?
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As for me, can I impress
In my slinky little dress
Fabric slippery, clinging, tight,
So shiny, glowing in the light.
Sensuous stockings, towering heels
No-one knows how good this feels.
Can I approach you?  Can I say,
Will you join me?  Can we play?
And if I do, will you agree
To be together, you and me?
Or will you say, “You do not seem
The kind of man that I esteem?”
Must I endure your harsh disdain
Or will you set my heart aflame?
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I wander wanly, street to street;
I track you down, and yes – we meet.
I ask my question – no reply.
You frown:  I cannot meet your eye.
You walk away, I’m in despair,
You show no mercy, show no care.
But then you turn, and with gloved hand
You beckon me, and so I stand
And follow you into the dark
And into something cold and stark.
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A bed, a room with little light.
You blindfold me.  Deprived of sight
I’m trussed and tied onto the bed.
You’re wordless, and with nothing said,
I wonder what the night will bring,
To pay me back for lust’s cruel sting.
But nimble fingers now undress
My body, and your deft caress
Arouses me.  I’m yours, I say,
To violate, however may
Excite your pleasure this long night:
Yes, punish me with all your might.
So pinch me, beat me, bind me tight
No hope of rescue, none of flight
I’m yours to do with as you will.
I love you dearly, want you still;
Despite this veil of luscious pain
I long for you to strike again.
Despite my cries, despite my screams
You’ll know my pain’s not as it seems
I’m here to bring you all the joy
That you could want – plaything or toy
Or anything that you desire
I’ll keep you avidly on fire.
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And when you are quite satisfied,
Allowed at last to be untied,
Blindfold removed, at last I see
Your glorious form, in front of me.
Released to hold you in my arms
To breathe that smell, enjoy your charms,
To know that body, fire and ice,
To enter your tight paradise.
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And when, both sated, on the bed
Now I recall when I first said
The words which sent us both insane
And so I say them now again:
Leather lady riding high
You are mine to glorify.
Is it really such a sin
To worship you in skin-tight skin?
It is my duty, ‘til the grave
To worship you, and be your slave,
And when I wear my skimpy dress
It’s you I want, your fierce caress.
A poem for the **** tag on the site.  From a submissive T-girl to her dominant mistress.

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