A Barbara Cartland Dust Cover On A Mistress Steele Novel

A Barbara Cartland Dust Cover On A Mistress Steele Novel

Flames tied up in a granny bun

crowning deep chocolate kept behind golden cages

throned on a fleshy button

above cupid's biting bows

all framed

heart shaped with a point

upon a neck laced with pearls

cracking with each surprising snap

of that wet mauve whip

Small deceptively frail looking shelves

from which dangle would be embraces

ending with the hint of soft seductive scratches

from tender tantalizing talons

shyly peeking out from silk cuffs

before

beautiful blades cutting

where wings of desire should be

and a rippling rod

covered coyly by cotton

leading down

to rest above orbs

waiting for a handler

Satin stretched across

a slave drum with its own submissive beat

Lady's moons rise with the rhythm

and sweatered ribbons wrap down to a bound circle

over

the end of the cord dimpled in the middle of curves

above a heady amber aroma

and feathered fan

daintily placed before

the velvet black hole of ecstasy

Two lusciously long pillars

lashes of taunt flexibility

with the lavish lap of dominant weakness

whether standing above

or kneeling below

kept teasingly tucked beneath tea length propriety

set upon

smooth arches

a foundation for fetishes

with the ability to bounce or dig in

delicately snuggled in towers of torture

or wiggling wickedly free

Though the binding be prim

the pages be leather

May 8, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen