'I give You my life', breathes the sub,
as Mistress looks down from above.
Tied down on his back, chin up to the sky,
while She makes his choice; to live or to die.
The breathing gets harder, She feels his pulse race,
whilst standing serene, with angelic face.
No air for him until She so decides,
reality changes, awakes his minds-eye.
All senses full, no thoughts to explain,
but totally focused on Her & this 'pain'.
First blackness, then stars; a dreamlike place,
once more aware of slipping to space.
How far can we go? In Mistress will trust,
to bring me back safely & not 'dust to dust',
but pushing the limits, increasing the pain
and upping intensity, time and again.
So soon She steps off, it feels such a shame,
cool air rushes in & he's breathing again.
Her scent fills his lungs, as heart slows it's pace,
already missing Her squeezing embrace.
These experiences and loves are felt by so few,
so sad when he leaves Her, yet feels born anew.
micamino
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