Slowly snaking long, lascivious red plait
so carefully made after she has bathed
in honour of his accession. He arrives –
never on time, commands her to strip
and kneel before him in sham cravenness.
Binding wrists and ankles behind soft
white hind, wasting no time in tasting
liberation that is hard to find away from
this decadent Eden. Winding fingers tight,
a devilish dragging of braid pulls head
back to an angle that pleases the most.
He declares white drops of silken grace
over her face and faint flamed strands
falling disobediently from her submission.
Beguiling the scent of her sticky humility,
He smears her readiness on her lips while
untying restraints and kissing every mark
the love has made. Raising her chin, he
teases her yearning, “Did you miss me?”
Picking up his car keys, he calls time again.
Their eyes both shine twilight, and she smiles.
From “Shadows of Magdalene”
© Katypoetess 2013