With time and attention
both winding and tightening,
clearly, he wants her
to be the girl.
She has gained the attention of
someone who has made certain wishes
come exactly true.
She’s asked to be taught and shown
exactly how it is,
the rules rule,
on a day like today.
Delicately,
he explains the touch-play game
between both players.
This girl,
with a definite eye,
and intelligent personal demeanor
that others have a hard time believing
she’s willingly asking
to be taught and trained.
This deeper kind of willingness
to give of herself
to just one
deserving man.
Both of their truths,
she’s asked to blend and borrow
so her new makeup
will show brilliantly on the outside.
She wants to learn
how to balance her internal voices.
Especially,
that one voice that pushes her to move ahead.
Tiptoeing from one stone to the next
she masters the information perfectly,
always doing exactly
what’s been asked
before moving ahead.
There have been 3 lessons,
with 9 more still to come.
She just finished
the Lesson of the Garden
where she identified
her pretty little thorn(s).
It’s a tough and sensitive game really
always expected to add each layer
and play the role
to the best of her ability.
Each of them
have made a promise to the other
that whatever is asked
the other will obey
without question.
Because whatever it is he asks,
she will expect him
to follow through.
Balancing both expectation and demand
precisely on the edge of her answers
there are certain words
she needs to use
how it is
she wishes to be pleasured.
On this, the curved heated night
she nods and offers herself
that intimate deep seeded self
that wants to be adorned
prayed and knelt before,
with heavy handsome kisses.
His mouth cupped over hers,
she doesn’t mind this kind of closeness
they have agreed on the contracted terms,
in a 4th lesson.
With a pulse of pleasure
he hands her something
she carefully fastens
tightly around her throat.
She can feel each swallow now
she completes the loop
with the words,
“The girl.”
