With eyes raised up in attention
nothing ever gets by her
and instead of blurting out an answer
she asks for permission instead.
There are simple rules really,
one must ask to speak privately
with permission of course.
The words always come officially stamped,
she’s allowed to speak freely.
Oh to dream while one is awake,
it’s easy to imagine,
look towards the moon-lit sky
focus on a particular position
and simply say what’s on your mind.
In this simpler way,
it’s easier to inch-up and whisper,
so she places her cupped little mouth
perfectly against his ear.
In this young reachable hour
she slips her question into position.
Curves compliment her beauty
the others can’t help but stare,
just as his eyes fall down into hers.
Their image is timeless
they stare and hold the position.
It’s their first upscale event
in this, the time honored
cave of enlightenment
where they’re expected to perform a role.
The top and bottom alike
are both amazing,
just look a certain way
with more and more eyes
staring at the both of them.
People start to talk and whisper
a high flying depth of conversation
she kneels to accept him.
Tipping her chin upward,
eyes avoid eyes,
with a fistful of hair
he reaches to adjust her collar.
Her choker, marks the remarkable day
she is now owned and truly alive.