Poems

By Harley Grant

That sound

Again and again I hear
the sound that metal cuffs make
cinching down on my wrists
again I feel my arms
held behind my back
and I ask
if I may please you
today?

Patience and control,
I leave to you,
Mistress
and I freely beg for
the straight line
that leads to that charged spot
in front of you.

The iron cuffs circle my wrists
pulling my arms behind my back
into splendid repose
desire radiates from my cock
and I yearn to lie
alone
in your dungeon
and feel the carpet on my legs.

A Leather Valentine

A leather valentine
set with polished, smooth, jade
on a bed of supple, fragrant, tongue-polished leather.

A slave boxed in red lingerie
wrapped in steel ribbon
tempting morsels to devour
kisses to consume.

A leather valentine
recognition of a passion worthy of a heart
rejected by the pious
but sharper than the thorns of a sliver rose.