Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on November 19, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Wearing a blindfold, tied in the wood
Standing still where you said I should
How can it be that I fear you so much
When all of my body aches for your touch

Last time I saw you. My senses were lost
I’ll love you forever but what is the cost
Darkness and passion you rule all my life
You promised to make me your slave and your wife

A virgin before you made free with each hole
Now you are my owner both body and soul
Nothing I’ve ever seen, heard or felt
Matches the way that you work with your belt

My body is yearning to serve you again
I want all the pleasure I need all the pain
Please be my owner, please don’t be late
I’m tied, and I’m blindfolded, waiting my fate.