A Gentle Man


Leather behind her

binding her wrists.

Her delicate hands

clenched into fists.

Gripping the ties

that bind her lusts

He sates himself

with gentle thrusts.

She rocks back

needing his love,

he admires her rear

with his view from above.

Her derriere ripples

as he increases his speed;

she responds with moaning

as he fulfils her need.

Though she is his chattel,

his slave, his sub,

he thinks of her first

while they share their love.

No harsh Master,

this gentle man.

He takes pleasure

yet shares when he can.

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