Your scent still permeates
through pores & fibers
of clothes blessed to be near you,
slid upon old, slid upon new.
a scent kept still,
a scent that forever lingers,
a scent that shall never be forgotten.
despite hours spent abandoned
on floors,
on chairs,
despite rain, days & distance,
That scent still lingers.

There, there does still ring my ears:
the sounds of leather straps running
through your hands, softly over the firm expanse
of flesh on my chest, taut between artful knots,
aching sweet under metal, tingling
in anticipation of plots you'd design.

The sweet aristocratic filth of your mind
runs clearer than water, the taste
of your lips wine that intoxicates, inebriates,
satiated me so profoundly
that my ears still ring so soundly.

And so soundly the snap
and the clap of a palm on my bottom, your
hot breath on my neck, my knees on the floor
where you'd pressed them down firmly just moments before,

places rope forgot & places remembered,
my thighs still hot, still tender
from the sting of leather, my breasts long
to be tethered again by your touch,
that touch, that after hours have long gone by,
reminds my skin of you this much.

~SAS