The Ceremony..

Intoxicating scents fill the air.

A strong, yet passionate voice utters the commands.

Each one leading deeper into the soul that often hides from the world.

Deep, dark, and not for the weak or scared.

Now wanting to be the exhibitionist I truly am, the clothes are gone.

Naked before you, the only part that remains guarded is the eyes.

Now commanded to “Let me see those eyes”.

My eyes are the windows into my soul.

Your eyes now embrace that soul; I am now yours completely and unconditionally.

Pulled into your arms, my face against your chest, my arms wrapped behind me.

Now no place to go but deep into submission.

Feeling the wire ties embrace my wrists, now being watched as your hand goes around my throat, fingers run teasingly across, then pulled close to you.

Taking an inventory of my body, you are pleased.

Placed across your lap, the ceremony begins…

The intensity heightens with each strike across my backside; with intervals of feeling your fingers stroke my sweetness.

Hearing your voice soothes me into a place of comfort and oneness with you.

Deep, dark, and not for the weak or scared.

The Ceremony begins...

Poem by:
Beryl Berry
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