MASTER4YEW
I see you here – are you alone?
Perhaps you’re lost, by storms being blown?
Do you need a certain hand
To guide you back to safe, dry land?
Do you need a man who’s true,
Who’ll hold you close when you are blue
And yet whose word you will obey
And gladly pleasure him this way.
And if it happened by mistake
You disrespected or did make
Him think it right that you should learn
A painful lesson that would turn
Your misdemeanour wilful ways
Into behaviour fit for praise
Then you would sweetly, gladly thank
This Master, who would surely spank
Your naked bottom, while you’d be
Put like a child across his knee.
Am I the man to crack the whip?
To have you kneel and make you strip?
That rush of power would drive me wild
And you’d never know that a man so mild
And gentle and so tender
Could also wish to change agenda
And want only to dominate
And with his summons seal your fate
And with his hardness make you moan
In ecstasy as you lie prone,
Stripped and used as if his toy -
You’d never know! And what sweet joy!
