As music throbs, I pull him to my side,
With every breath, I fan the flames anew,
His body quakes, our lust has been untied.
With firm intent, I guide him where I cue.
His eyes reflect a mix of fear and steel.
In my embrace, I forge a blade so true.
The heat between us rises, raw and real.
With whispered words, we share a binding tie.
I taste his trust; so sweet! So strong! Surreal!
He bends to me, surrender in the air,
As he concedes to me, I find my bliss,
A world of pleasure blooms, beyond compare.
He begs of me with words I cannot miss,
He pleads, ”I need…Sir, can you give me this?”
His heartbeat quickens, caught within my thrall,
My quiet words — a spark ignites the night,
With every step, I watch him start to fall.
I lead him deeper, heart and mind, so slight,
His body yields, an open book to read,
In pleasure's grip, he finds a sense of right.
I set the terms to which he will concede.
I prize the thread of trust he grants to me,
I take my time. I sense his naked need.
The power shifts, I set his passions free,
He craves the edge, where shadows dance and bend,
A journey forged in raw affinity.
I know he understands what I intend.
Into depravity we will descend.
In heated moments, destinies entwined,
I feel him soften; urge and strength collide,
The lines of dominance are faithfully defined.
He melts beneath me, caught in passion’s tide,
His will dissolves; a canvas I can paint
With strokes of fervor, brush against his pride.
Each gasp he gives, another sweet complaint,
I hear our music rise, the sirens call,
I’m in my place, his Master—yet his Saint.
In giving in, I see him standing tall,
His heart laid bare, a fire beneath the skin,
In trust, he offers all without a wall.
He idolizes me as I begin
To play his body like a violin.
As darkness falls, our shadows merge and weave,
I taste his longing, find the strength inside,
In every thrust, I help him to believe.
His soul unravels, fears and doubts subside,
With every whisper, I unveil his heart,
Each shuddered breath, a testament of pride.
I see submission blooming, legs apart.
The depths of passion, rich and warm and wide,
In this embrace, we craft a kind of art.
With every motion, time and space collide,
Together we explore what lies within,
In ecstasy and trust, we both abide.
Tonight, his self and soul were mine to win.
This sub is claimed. His service will begin.
