Her plea was simple and humble
That I not only inscribe
but grind my words on her
Adorning her body
so that my poetry
that sets her soul aflame
is seen on her skin
~
Whilst her heart
has been fragile
Dashed by past wild emotions
Her flesh now aches with glory
as her hips raise her satin white pearl
to feel the sting of leather
The dark abyss
from which she has been drawn
replaced by the joy
of sinking over my form
her desires that lay dormant
are now on fire