Brought to Heel & Held Back

Brought to Heel

Black leather encases legs
in curves that draw eyes
downward toward a slim ankle
above a spike of chromed steel.

Impatience taps the zip
with twin tongues that will
lick fire over bared flesh
that's slow in compliance.

By submission of control,
the humiliation releases
them from corporate bondage
to another's collar and leash.
 
 

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Held Back

It wouldn't be possible
without total trust, or
the strength within
to surrender, yourself
to my every desire.

As you buck and twist
in restraints of rope,
begging to be allowed
to break ecstasy's dam.
My will holds you back.

Teasing dew-sparkled
petals with a finger
that brings sweetness
to my tongue and then,
brushes silver on yours.

Femininity grips, and you
yield to your sexuality,
plead to be completed.
My gift given, when
your time comes, "Now."

©2005 by Daniel Hall

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Daniel Hall lives on the Isle of Man. He first started writing in 1990 at university, but put it aside for many years. Spurred on by friends and harsh critics, he is writing again on many diverse subjects, not just the erotic. This is his first published work.