Promise of Pleasure

Candlelight glows in darkened room,
The succulent scarlet robe falls to the floor.
The promise of pleasure is palpable
As the nervous anticipation,
The gilded persuasion
Bare the souls of two intent lovers.
Lovers whose only desire is
Is slowly painted with hot, flowing
Juices dipped in luminescence of
Raging fire burning higher,
Caught in the tease and denial,
The game of give and take,
The exchange of power so
Burned into the psyche
Of the submissive craving
The touch of the Master’s hand.



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