His

                                   HIS

The ache in your loins stirs
When he opens the door,
 His boots pounding on the floor,
Coming towards you,
Ready to untie the binds that keep you safe,
And hold you in HIS arms.
You are HIS property,
 You are HIS needs,
HIS to do as he pleases.

It pleases him to hold you close,
Taking in the scent of jasmine that
He bathes you in each night.
Wrapping you up in a silk nightgown
Feather like touches up and down your arms
Preparing you for a midnight feast

He lays you down on your back,
Spread eagle, ready to eat,
He leaves  your wrists and ankles unbound
Trusting you to stay in one place
He reaches over you and places the
Blindfold over your open eyes
" Hush now sweet Pet"

Strong hands cup, and brings your sex closer to his face
Tongue probes suckling the magic pearl,
Wide fingers plunging into your depths,
Tantalizing your senses
Bringing your body ecstasy,
Tasting and drinking in HIS treat

Moments pass, breath is restored,
Bodies drifting off to sleep  and becoming one,
 knowing You are
Meant only to be HIS.

Lady Ariele  5/5/06