Bondage [ freewite turned poem]

with black leather
satin clothing
a whip in hand
and a masked man

you approach, closer
I'm not really afraid
you're the one bent over
I'm the one in charge

I crack my whip to scare you
you smile as if it were normal
and you bend over further
trying to draw me closer

you laugh when you realize
I can't go through with it after all
I'm not a violent person inside
and it's all slowly dissolved

your skin is so light
next to that dark fabric
somehow I love the fit
your looks make me panic

there's a distinct feeling
or maybe I'm imagining it
it's though you love to be in demand
and know you're in control of it

I kiss you most aggressively
causing our lips to bruise and bust
you moan loudly, forgetting it's me
and finally, I'm happy with what I've done

I've won this round
and it won't be the last
expect more to come
'cause I'll improve fast