Gift of sun sinking,
Lake water gleams, at piers end—
Two chairs were waiting.

Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.

Still cloud, moving sun,
She was with me when I woke,
Dream within a dream.

Red sun, falling day,
Silent theatre, waiting wings,
Robins spotting tree.

I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.

the bind of leather
the drip of wax
the snap of the whip
and the bite of chain
around my neck.

I have always yearned for this,
the one who knows just how to
control my body and
make me submit.

But you've given me just a taste.
One night where you entranced my
each and every nerve.
And ever since, We've been tame and loving,
but I long for another night like the first.

So I tempt and tease with
harmless disobedience.
Just to feel your hands at my throat
and my back ****** against the wall
With the quietest throaty whisper
a glimpse of the dark man that
I long to share this bed with again.