Maybe the ropes were a bit too tight,
the act a little too real tonight.
He kissed the bruises on her wrist.
Kissed the red marks where the candles dripped.
Submission for her was a game of fun,
She chose him to be the dominant one.
He played his part, he drove her hard.
But he played this game for love.
Roles reversed,
Miss Submissive dealt the cards!
Inspired by a fellow poets work, that I read the other day.