I am still trying to work on my self imposed commitment to try new styles and genres in my writing. Below is a short meld of bits of this and that. Its a kind of story and poem with an historical yet erotic twist thrown in, oh my! I call it ………………………………practice!
You asked me once if I knew your name, I could not answer, we were not the same.
You had choice and you had reason, If I hoped for more it would be treason.
For I was born to serve the world, and you were born to rule unfurled.
To me there was no name to share, no binding cord to show you care.
The pain you craved was hidden deep, behind stone walls and protected keep,
Yet you came to me and shared your soul, I gave you freedom and I gave you all.
I bared my body to feed your lust, it was my place and to survive I must,
When I wept in pain you drank my tears, until pure joy replaced the fears.
I’m bound and tied, I cannot flee, yet still I yearn for what will be.
I await your feel and crave your touch, and soon the ache becomes too much.
You tease my skin with dark and light, the lash of leather and feathered slight.
The reddened marks they fuel your fire, and still you soar and reach for higher.
You trace your tongue across my flesh, from ear to throat and then refresh,
You squeeze and tease a hardened tip, the trembling throes of passions grip.
Your tongue moves lower across pale skin, I strain against this mortal sin,
Yet how could we reject this force, that ties us blindly in its course.
You untie my bounds and leave to go, you say no words but your eyes they show,
That this is all there will ever be, that you are the master and the servant, me.
(Image from fineartamerica.com)