bodies waiting for my whips

the taste of leather on your lips

so secure in the ties that bind

darkness enters you from behind

you struggle but it's all an act

part of the alure the primal pact

heart races with anticipation

blindfold helps with concentration

body glistening with sweat

less a slave and more a pet

repeated thrusts about to explode

euphoria, sensory overlaod

all engry left is spent

left in a puddle twisted and bent