on her belly she crawls to Master's feet, while He looks upon her from His seat,
before Him now she comes to kneel, she has come to beg for Master's steel,
she lifts her arms as she parts her thighs, she can feel His gaze from behind brown eyes,
crossing her wrists her head now down, her thumping heart is the only sound,
her nipples hard her mound so wet, her arousal so open He knows she'd bet,
her body trembles as she tries to speak, He reaches down her nipples to tweak,
she moans and feels her courage waver, she wishes she somehow braver,
but she finds her voice and begins to beg, her face so close to Master's leg,
Master please will You take this slave, for y Your steel is what she craves,
she waits as Master strokes her hair, she wants to touch but doesn't dare,
she feels her body urging His pleasure, she hopes that she will be HIs treasure..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet perhaps wants the recognition of Dome culture. Beautiful imagery. Perfect to fit with appetite. Bravo. Steel be ever for the slave. Slave-birth is now right to choice. It is perhaps achievement of our civilization. Thank you. Enjoyed.