Fantasy

 

 

Her fantasy comes late in the night ...
The powerful Master draws her to his side
She tosses her mane as sparks fly from her eyes
He chuckles softly and tightens his hold
knowing the Passion that is His to unfold
His fingers bury themselves in her hair
pulling back her head to His questioning stare
His eyes burn with Pleasure as He surveys His brand
enjoying her squirm underneath His hand
His voice commands that she obey
silken ties assure she stays
His Seductive whispers reveal her fate
He will have His way make no mistake
He builds her passion as she whimpers and moans
until she cries out with animal tones
He will not back down until her spirit He tames
seeking to hear her call out His name
He smiles with pride when at last she submits
whispering "Master" as she drifts...