*I wrote this just now, I think it still needs work...here it is anyway.


Sprawled on the bed
Laying face down in the darkness
My bottom a beacon of red

Whimpering on reflection
Of the naughty deed that I did

Not allowed to touch
Oh so tempting
To feel His marks

My mind in torment
Guilt setting in

I feel His gaze
Glaring at His painted canvass
Wanting to touch me
Showing a Dominant's restraint

Making me learn the hard way
My wanting to make amends

My heart crying out
In solitude
Although He is there

Touch me...
Caress me...
Want me....

I clench the sheets
Tormented, knuckles white

I've learnt my lesson
Forgive me.

I lay as still as can be
Trying to mask my sobs

My body and mind relaxing
Feeling his hand stroke my hair.
With a simple gesture reclaimed

Allowing me to see Him
Turning me as He kisses
The tears from my eyes
"You are forgiven My pet."


~A

November 5th, 2006.