At my mercy
Open
Vulnerable
You are usually so closed
Quills quivering
At the first sign
Of perceived ill intent
Exposed
You are suspicious
Waiting for a hint
Of danger
To pull yourself
Deep back into
Your shell
Yet now
You lie
Belly up
All sensitive parts
And soft skin
Your quiet endurance
Finally given way
To whimpering moans
Soft cries
Velvet soft skin
Over hard muscle
Tied tightly
Twitching each time
We hurt you more
I feel your soul
Touching mine in the
Depths of space
“Mistress” you gasp
and I shudder
wet with power and possession
I feel your soul
touching mine
And this moment…now
You are at my mercy
totally exposed.
Copyright May 2002
