Bound and gagged
That’s the way you like me
Your way – you take me
Five against the wall
Subdued and masked
A tight fit – but you’ll have me yet
Five against the wall.
Your ego stroked
Your arrogance dominating
A power play is growing flowing
Freudian slips are showing
But you know I prefer it this way too –
Five against the wall, and you.

Your sweet, compelling kindness
Inspires me to meet your eyes;
The gracefulness of your soft touch
Cuts through the fog of my emotions.
I sit on the bed’s edge,
And you kiss my shoulder where the strap has fallen down;
Silver needles of desire ripple down my spine.
I stare at our reflections,
Surrounded by the memory of the one
You belong to;
An errant strand of long curly hair
Twines itself absent-mindedly round my naked arm-
My hair is short.

In the morning
I sit and watch you light a cigarette,
Your fingers curling around the smoke;
I taste tobacco and black coffee
As you gaze at me with clear eyes.
You hold my hand and let me talk,
Smiling your Cheshire Cat smile.