Out of Time

You once came to me
With a yearning to see
What secrets the darkness might hold.

Now passed, many moons
Since your collar was new
And my kindness has made you too bold.

The darkness is not some whimsical thing
To be banished, or tamed, or unmasked.
It has shown me the secrets in flesh such as yours
But your heart is not up to the task.

The brief flight of fancy that caused you to kneel
Before me on that fated day
Has unwound around us both, breaking the chain
As you wander off on your way.

Take with you my love,
All the rapture we shared
The passion, the lust and the pain

You shall ever be
A slut skilled on her knees,
But, my love,
I have need of a slave.

~J.V. Altharas