darkness rises

Too tame,
the stolen kisses,
hands up thighs
awakened with the tides
or cracking voice and fuzzy chin.

Too tame,
not far enough,
til hand met ass,
a reddened mark,
a gasp. From her?
From me!

To take,
to tease,
to tantalize.
Slap
stroke
and slap again.
Until the virgin
orgasm
of pleasured pain awoke
a blinding darkness.

The words unknown,
learned later.
But oh the fevered joy
of touching,
teasing,
owning,
with a Master's measured
hand.