A Poem By sweets...For her Master
UNTITLED

my hands cuffed above my head,

You warned that not a word be said.

a ball gag is put firmly in place,

the beating of my heart begins to race.

gently You run Your hand down my back,

interrupting caresses with a stinging smack.

music is playing from somewhere behind,

calm and relaxed, free is my mind.

safe and loved, i feel in Your hands,

obediently, i follow Your demands.

on my bed i lay and wait,

excited to learn my next fate.

Your lips come down on me, i begin to shake,

The world crashes around me, impossible to fake.

trembling wildly in Your embrace,

floating peacefully through this space.


-by sweets, slave and obedient servant to Master Jeremy