Gracious angel, held just past my reach
I remember running wild with you, at the beach.
Extravagant white dress, manicured tresses,
That you let the water touch.

Fallen angel, at my feet,
I remember you begging to finish me.
Enough black lace, curls around your face,
That you let defamed hands touch.

Weeping angel, at the stairs,
I remember you saying you never cared.
Simple jeans, hair lost in the breeze,
Which the waves of my love couldn't touch.

Your collar no longer jingles at the door.

You once kneeled at my armchair,
Poised for my arrival home.
And once I'd sat, then you could acknowlege me,
And say, "I missed you so."

You'd offer me a drink,
Knowing if I wanted hot or cold.
And If you had been good,
Your body I would hold.

1. Always wear skirts.
2. Always follow on all fours.
3. Don't say it hurts.
4. Let me kiss wherever it is sore.

You'd sleep chained to my side,
And curl into my chest.
You liked to feel small, you said,
You liked that way the best.

You lived with me 8 months,
A slave to any need.
Emotions and physical touches,
And I would make you bleed.

5. Call me Master, spelt capital M.
6. Only wear buttoned shirts.
7. *******, only I may play with them.
8. Don't *** til it's your turn.

And among the rules I laid,
And the life we both believed,
Was passion between sheets,
Or anywhere I pleased.

Once a week rewards,
Were a special treat I gave.
But the condition was simple,
You musn't misbehave.

9. Always kiss me goodbye.
10. Cook dinner 3 nights a week.
11. Initiate *** only if asked prior.
12. At any time, Master may peek.

Before long you wanted more,
Something more real than what I gave.
You left your contract on my door,
And I kissed goodbye my slave.

Not that I loved you,
But I do so miss your ways.
You pleased this man to eternity,
And all the way back again.

Your collar no longer jingles at the door.

Your eyes were on fire,
the day I tied you to the bed.
Whip in hand, I traced your chest,
as you lay back your head.

The smoothness of your stomach,
Compelled me to be light.
But the moans that ached and tore your soul,
Weren't the gentlest in the night.

I threw aside my whip,
I promised the pleasure was yours.
Tonight I'd make you squirm,
A sick kind of reward.

A lip to bite,
hair to pull,
a deeper breath,
your eyes were full.

I kissed all over your body,
And sunk my head betwixt your legs
Master, so generous,
Didn't even make you beg.

And warmth spilt forth from you,
Your smile was satisfied.
But the look when I then crawled above you,
Well that was the sight of the night!

I slid inside your warmth,
Gentle strokes of your special spots.
The agony of ecstacy left you calling names,
Until I had gotten off.

And just to show who was in control,
I finished you once more.
And left you shivering in all the warmth,
And pleasured evermore.