The cuffs hold her gently to hanging rings
As melodies of love violins sing out.
A lonesome flute joy to her senses brings
Inviting rhythm, picking up the knout.
The lashes, they cascade to music's tune
Cymbals come crashing to add to the song.
She cries softly of her love to the moon
Enticing desire with fine leather thong.
The music giggles as pleasure dances
In freedom of rhythm her lust will flow.
Soft music, sharp pain, her love enhances
Leaving her body in shimmering glow.
The last soft notes as she finds loves pure light
Revelling in the music of the night.
© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.
Toko Bunga Wates
4 years ago
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