I throb, I ache, I burn,
with passions yet unslaked.
My mind is filled with visions
of lustful sex unbridled
I long to touch my rock-like shaft
and bring such sweet release
But though my shaft be hard as iron
I cannot quench this thirst.
For I am Her faithful slave
No chains or straps to bind me
or threat of punishment to come
are needed to restrain my lusts
So why then do I not seek release?
When it pains me so to wait?
What would hurt far deeper than whip
and bind more strongly than chain or rope
Is the thought of failing Her
And the look of disappointment upon her saddened face.
06/25/88
Copyright © 1988 Shadow