Anticipation

Dressed as a whore anticipation grows
She waits upon her Master's every whim
So sure is she that all will be exposed
Excitement makes her head begin to swim
Her eyes are closed she dreams of what will come
In sweet anticipation of the pain
She waits with baited breath, she wants to hear
Commanding words that tell her to remain
As silent as she can, she wants to scream
"Yes Sir, my Master, may I, set me free"
The pleasure felt as if within a dream
He lifts her up, and keeps her there to see
The chains which bind her ne'er to be set free
"Remember girl, you are my property"

© Paul Knox 2006