I dream of a blessed day.
A time when we play.
My fingers through soft silky hair
I push your inhibitions further than you dare.
As morning hues of sun-swept fire caress
With all of me that I might digress
The visage before me as you kneel
A perfect picture, I feel
Passion and lust fill our hearts
Whips and chains, our living art
Quickening of breaths we make
As passion within us doth snake
To gaze apon your soulful eyes
As I feel as I slip between your thighs
The gasping breath as I enter
The anticipation disturbing the respiratory center
To explore the world beyond the straight and narrow
To live, play and laugh with the freedom of a sparrow
Again the thought of you submitting
A reality that seems flitting
I know my limits of this life
Have accepted with emotions rife
A distance reality it would seam
That I can but only dream.
A time when we play.
My fingers through soft silky hair
I push your inhibitions further than you dare.
As morning hues of sun-swept fire caress
With all of me that I might digress
The visage before me as you kneel
A perfect picture, I feel
Passion and lust fill our hearts
Whips and chains, our living art
Quickening of breaths we make
As passion within us doth snake
To gaze apon your soulful eyes
As I feel as I slip between your thighs
The gasping breath as I enter
The anticipation disturbing the respiratory center
To explore the world beyond the straight and narrow
To live, play and laugh with the freedom of a sparrow
Again the thought of you submitting
A reality that seems flitting
I know my limits of this life
Have accepted with emotions rife
A distance reality it would seam
That I can but only dream.
