The Collar

She knelt before him
Subdued
Scarlet cloth
Blood red
Against
Snowy flesh
Pricked and bleeding
Tightened bodice
Binding
Breasts bursting
source of natures
sustenance
she clings
heaving
the Black Lord’s
disdain
His chalice
His vessel
His wordly
possession.

Amber eyes
Black lashed
Pleading
Seek his depths
Pale arms
Purple stained
In their binding
Held
In exquisite
Embrace
Her face
Tortured desire
Narrow necked
Offering
To
Him
Completeness
Of body
Tenure
Of
Soul

The symbol
In his strong
Hands
Braced and ready
And she
Aroused
In worship
Silently accepting
The bountiful gift
Encircling
White throat
She gasps
The clasp
Eternal
Locked
No more herself
But for
Him
His acolyte
His adoring slave