3 years ago. November 11, 2020 at 4:27 PM
In Bushy Park I walk today,
Through the rivers of Autumn drops,
My feet kick up the waves of leaves.
Hand in hand with my loving sub
We talk of futures to be had,
Ice, candles paddles come to to mind,
But most of all the caressing hand, that loves, strokes, through pleasure and pain.
For chastisement may be needed across my knee you go,
A reproachful look pierces your eyes as once again the count
One thank you my love,
Two for being there,
Three I am sorry,
Four truly sorry,
Well until next time......
FD