How perfect you are when so displayed

How perfect you are when so displayed
Dull leather capturing that soft flesh
An innocent, helpless, panting maid
That aching need prettily conveyed
Demanding the next awful caress.

Is this not a rare heavenly sin?
Watching flesh quiver in those bonds
Saliva glistening on that chin
Droplets of sweat coating quaking skin
Admiring how that body responds.

A touch of a crop between those thighs
By cum sodden skin desire betrayed
Adoring the pleading in bright eyes
Heart touched by the sound of mewling cries
How perfect I am when so displayed.