3 years ago. July 13, 2021 at 2:08 PM
On Wings of Leather
She wears her submission with a subtle touch;
Not decked out in chains and such,
Yet sensuality oozes from her every pore.
Personal to her, not Christian Dior.
She is the very essence of elegant demeanor,
Maybe that’s why he wants to “scene her”.
Her submission fills the room with her addictive aura,
Which causes him to flog her, all the more(a).
Two people, one soul and one heart,
As they share in the practice of the discipline art.
On wings of leather she flies to subspace,
And in doing so discovers her Amazing Grace,
And then aftercare is lovingly tendered.
But who is victor, and who surrendered?
