AI DOMME POEM
In chambers dim where shadows dance, Her world a canvas, dark and deep Where secrets whispered secrets keep Her power strong, her presence sweet In realms where fantasy begins.
She whispers to me in silk commands Leather clad and eyes aflame With velvet words and iron will A fragile soul, a work of art Behind the mask, a human heart Navigates the realm of desire.
With every step, she claims the ground A symphony of pleasure, pain Her strength a gift, her touch a balm, deep In the shadows , she finds her calm. There's more to her, a hidden trace In Her realm of leathered grace
The dominatrix, fierce and fair,
Comments
Post a Comment