Her plea was simple and humble

That I not only inscribe

but grind my words on her

Adorning her body

so that my poetry

that sets her soul aflame

is seen on her skin

~

Whilst her heart

has been fragile

Dashed by past wild emotions

Her flesh now aches with glory

as her hips raise her satin white pearl

to feel the sting of leather

The dark abyss

from which she has been drawn

replaced by the joy

of sinking over my form

her desires that lay dormant

are now on fire