Black Leather (poem)

Black Leather

Black is the color of my heart
It is my shade from the start
Leather is my second skin
the smell and texture
Its uses with wailing pleasure
stern demeanor demands no conjecture
Rise and fall with each stroke
bite your lip, whimper and moan
as each orgasm shakes
you to the bone,
be patient my pretty,
there's more to do
lets have some role play
You be me
and I'll be you.

by Samael Wolf (2006)