AI art by me

Sometimes you gust jot to say,

What the Huck or What the Fell? Which will be clear if you can tell…

Life is never a straight line, Not all pencil points are fine,

Time is short, and patience thin, For something wanting to begin,

Waiting for the right of way, can waste the chance of making hay,

Lightning flashes, marks are made, Etched in flesh, a part to play,

Using guard rails, thinking twice, never leads to melting ice,

Cubes against her tender parts, freezing, burning, she moans twice.

Overcome or overwhelm, neither works when there’s no lead,

Someone’s hand on tiller held, Bending, branding as she needs.

Dom or Master, either one, isn’t for the faint of heart,

Pay the price, pay the toll, take your soul and tear a part,

Give a piece to each who kneels, She’ll repay you as she heels,

A way of life and not a game, Makes the world seem awfully tame.

Master Grey 4/21/25