The Power Exchange
alexus

When I stand before you
naked
in the firelight
a molten display of flesh
and female,
I wear chains
There could be no question,
who has the power?
My skin is gleaming gold
my eyes bright
my body sleek and long
I am sex embodied
in a woman
When I hear you gasp
the first time your
eyes touch upon
this sight,
who has the power?
When I kneel
to you,
and crawl
in chains
like a starving woman
across the floor
to beg you,
red hair wild, and
green eyes flashing
who has the power?
When you chain me
stretched taut
and stand back to
survey all you own
you smile
Your whip is
red-hot
and there is nothing but
you and I and the pain,
my tears fall
my screams slash your soul
who has the power?
When
my crying eyes
look up to you
from the floor
you drop the whip
I cannot get up
and you must carry me
our eyes meet
and your heart is
filled with me
I am weak
and your need is
strong
who has the power now?

alexus Kelsey Freeland copyright 1997