Bdsm creativity

Why’s our art held up, not binding us yet? I

Whisper

My poetry, so when we pass each other, words will make you stay

Forever

When I see you in different moods, whatever colour

No or yes

It doesn’t matter, in surrender, my soul stares, in abandonment

At thought

Flying away, as you take home my heart, me there, left

To stare

I ask your domme-art, why you’ll not give yourself away?

Why stay

In this manner, enchanted forever, in love, to pass

Us