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From the shadows
Violet whispers
my devotion
Is yours. 
The warm nightfall 
she brings her mouth close
all without permission 
of course. 
i need to beg
give me permission 
take me
to the public square
i’ll show the others
how a girl is to behave. 
Under quiet footfalls
her blood red corset
supports every inch. 
Hard to breathe,
she nods,
needing His approval. 
Eyes fight for a look
their beauty queen
on all fours
it’s taken a century
for her 
to finally submit
to surrender. 
Her words struggle,
she swears,
she can’t
speak above a whisper.  
That is, and until
her chin is gripped,
“Excuse Me.”
Formal and at attention 
her chest grows
the wanting digs in,
she clears her throat
so the others will hear. 
“Yes, if it pleases you,
Master.”
The others gasp 
at the word. 
Their cunning queen
in charge no longer,
eyes glance at Him
waiting on the reaction. 
His eyes squarely 
undress her,
she’s His Violet. 
The tip of a finger
lifts her chin
her entire body rises
on tippy toes 
He draws in close. 
The full moon
highlights the scene,
Violet’s wrists 
clasped up high
they’re eye to eye
sweat slips 
down her spine
against her tone body
she can handle 
His physical needs. 
A slow set of commands
that only she 
can understand,
some would swear,
she smiled. 
His bare hand
palms her ass 
to a light smack
Violet’s 
pleasure true source. 
she’s still not ready
He instructs
the others
to get a closer look,
just do not touch. 
In a flash
Violet is jerked awake
the Elizabethan book
falls from her lap. 
Flushed and wanting
she reaches for her iPad,
a quit note
to her poet. 
“i need you,
i ache.”
With love,
your Violet.