she knelt
in perfection
a sculpture
wrought from His desire
He smiled over her
she that was His
He beckoned
she followed
pretty bare feet
upon the floor
He touched her face
and almost kissed her
breath caught in her throat
a fist of hair

a hard whisper...

Mine

a soft whisper...

Yours

she gave herself to Him
bound wrists
body extended in her bonds
pretty toes barely touched the floor
He demanded that she dance for the whip
as He made it dance for her
with a sigh
and a tear
she slid from this mortal realm
acquiesced to her base desire
no earthly name
no earthly home
simply
she for Him

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