We lie together in a lover’s embrace
Our lips, our touch begins the chase

Exploring and finding those pleasurable of places
The pleasure easily read upon our faces

The burning increases and desires grow
Where this night shall take us neither can know

Becoming lost in our roles as Master and slave
So atuned to one another this night, riding the wave

Of lust, need, passion, desire
The giving and receiving the only way to quell the fires

Each stripe becomes a path traveling deeper within
Only when the last stroke falls shall her breathing begin

Aching for the next yet praying it be the last
Weilder of the whip only knowing when it shall pass

Time becomes lost and without function or form
As we explore the realms that exist far from what is the norm

Each stroke feeds her need, each cry feeds his lust
Till it becomes no longer a want, desire, but a must

Rough as it becomes they evolve into one
Body, spirit, passion comparable to none

Taking her hard and invading her deep
Feeding from the tears that he causes her to weep

Yet smiling as she sobs knowing she is in her true place
Unable to hide the pleasure on her face

As fast as it began the moment arrives
They explode like a wave and ride it till the dive

They take from one another what is needed till fed
Once quenched they once more rest, together in one bed

Whispers of affection massage her ear
As slowly they both return, easing her fear

It was rough, it was fast,it was raw, it was complete
As it is and always shall be when their souls do meet