Mistress is the beauty & Sir the beast
but that is only to eyes that see yet do not believe
beauty has a beast inside of her
beneath the surface of ruby lips
hearts chained in a collar on her beauty
fired hair & imperfectly perfect skin hides a beast within her sin
hypnotic pleasure soaked in desire
forever entwined in torments gaze
red petals forming words of torturous lust
infused with sensual touch eagerly awaiting
Waiting to get lost in Sir\'s beast
tortured flesh confining sexual pleasure
yearning colours shackled to life\'s pages
forever bound in leather-bound books
painted flowers upon the cover
Sir\'s surface beast transforms into
a wild cub under beauty\'s heel
her hands upon his life\'s essence
beast submitting to beauty\'s hell
singling each treasure given by Sir’s Mistress