his
moans were whispers on whistling winds
he
had a killer body and a brain
our
first introduction and I'm impressed
on
his knees, here's a collar made of chain
now
he is my Boy, if he hadn't guessed
strip
down so I could put on the restraints
his
masculinity reeks, he is blessed
I'll
intermingle his pleasure and pain
repeatedly
smacking his ass and chest
didn't
know I was clinically insane
it's
not something I regularly confess
his
moans were whispers on whistling winds
his
moans were whispers on whistling winds
Rondeau
Poem
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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