C L (saddisticchick)

My head down, praying,

In subbmission I must wait

My serenity.

His hands caress me

Exploring the helpless flesh

quivering with love.

Masters hands molding,

My body responding just

To his touch alone.

A sigh escapes first

Followed by sharp intakes now

peace follows me here.

Can it be for me?

His praise that I seek, crave, need,

A smile I see….


I just read most of your articles on your website and they are very interesting. I have a Master and we have found out together that there is a whole other world when it comes to the D/s lifestyle. I hope that you like this poem I wrote, I couldnt find any other way to post it.