Palimpsest

A Prayer

Stimulate me,
my nipples,
my sex,
and leave me wondering
what You will do next -
how I am Your slave
in any context You wish
while You bind my wrists
and blindfold my eyes.

I will be wiped clean
like a slate,
like a white marker board.

Use Your fingernails
as expressions of Your art
to make my submission
a part of Your work.

When You command me
to give You pleasure,
Your every orgasm is a measure
of how I wish to submit to You.

When You do not command
but imply with a smile,
a kiss, or a gesture,
I sink deeper into Your control
and my being slows
and revolves around
any whim that You express
or whisper into my ear.

When You climax
and I have given You that,
when I shudder in passion
and anticipation,
and then You put your finger
across my lips
and forbid my release,
then I know I am Your submissive,
Your slave, Your instrument.

If there is a better place
to hold tension as perfection,
I do not know how it could be.

Command my passion
and so it will be.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin






Tension

Pressure builds.

The cavity within, stroked and
made of oh so sensitive skin,
wants to release its contents.

Whispers say no, stop now.
Hypnosis controls the outcome.
I remember Your instructions.

The tissue can only imagine
the pleasure of release
and becomes frantic in its bondage.

Your whispers repeat in my ear.
They amplify Your sorcery.
Your magic drives me insane.

Then I am cut in two.
One part animal and aching,
the other a slave to You.

I obey without question
and feel my body react like an addict
waiting for its next fix.

I kiss the lips of Your vagina.
I suck the sensitive skin
and work to drive You wild.

My own erection You control,
rigid in its aspect,
perfect in its obedience.

You use me like a submissive puppet
and amuse Yourself making me
act in whatever way You choose.

You are the wind of seduction,
the power of sex. Whatever you want,
I will do it whatever the context.

Now I wait for the phone to ring.
I imagine myself bound in velvet
and You in a leather mask.

The pressure builds.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin