Collared

I see you on your knees
head bowed before me
waiting
I order you
Lift your hair
rising from my chair
bringing the collar
down to your lips to kiss
this symbol of acceptance
of your bliss
knowing
you have chosen freely
to enter into slavery
slipping
the black collar around
circling your neck
you are now bound
snapping
the lock in its place
you are mine
for however long
we have this time

© 18 December 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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Cherries

tongue flicks, open lips
feed me the cherry
from your finger tips
rich red and sweet
juicy it drips
when I bite the skin
giving way
to sensual pleasure
tasting
scenting
feeling
I imagine crushing
the fruit on your chest
and watching
blood red streaks forming
descending streams
of deliciousness
drops to be licked
sucked from your nipples
skin tinted red
by the flesh of the fruit
I take in my mouth
feed me another

© 15 December 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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