Warning: If Offended by Erotica, Do Not Read
You tried when you tied my hands behind your back,
And made me kneel to you to steal all my innocence;
No defense against your naked essence; my weakness
Shamefully shown; you laughed and it was blown away
That day in your dank keep, when my milk seeped out
All for your good pleasure, from your chained treasure;
Measured me for sake of humiliation in degradation,
And there was no love at all as you stood tall above,
And scorned me and my then-wilted tree for all to see;
How could I hold on with you so strong and ever-bold;
You told a story of conquest as I curled in your nest
Like a little bird, and no one heard my cry . . .
Except you, my power-mistress, writer of my distress.
Note: After visiting the sadomasochist site of one fellow-blogger, I left wondering if I could pen poetic-erotic centered upon the dominatrix. How well I’ve executed this, I suppose, only time and my reader-followers can tell!
noblethemes 
Amazingly well executed. Especially “You told a story of conquest as I curled in your nest”. These were my favorite lines.
Thank you so very much. Your words are deeply appreciated!
No offense from me, my friend. I think this is a bold effort and, at the risk of sounding patronising (I hope you don’t take it that way), I’m proud of you. Brilliant work!
Why thank you very much, my friend! That means a lot to me! As always, all the best to you 🙂