Snow Spring

Was it all in a dream?
That She covered me in cream,
Washed it off, in the snow spring,
Oh so cold ... my senses did sing,
Splashing around, like frantic fish
.
Shivering and shaking, with body so cold,
My eyes enjoy the pressure of the blindfold.
I hear the sound, of chains that clank
I knew next, my Mistress, I would thank
For she gave to me, an inside glow
.
She lovingly placed me, in the clanking chains
The beauty, of her dominance continued to reign
Allowing me to release, in orgasmic screams
Was this a fantasy, in one of my dreams?
It was Mistress’s pleasure, in pleasuring me.


© Judie Gelling 2008, all rights reserved.