"Promethea Bound"

by Nathan Dayspring

Tendons stretch and sinews ache
As tension steadily rises
White teeth clench and mawl and grind
To no avail! For here she lies
Strong-willed jaw shut, biceps pulsing
Long wild legs taut, ankles throbbing.
Thick wrists wrestle, sure feet protest
Under the merciless restraint
Lengths after lengths of tender hemp
Coil after coil have suffused her
Staunching her flow, mocking her strength
Marking her soul with a bound stamp!

Proud abs now flex, curved back straightens
Firm buttocks shine where damp sweat runs
Large shoulders bulge, titan's calves strain
Against the unholy bonds'claim!
A clamour rises, muffled distress
Who dared so treat a Greek Goddess?
Who spurned my pride and made me kneel?
Who bound my hands and feet and will?
My firm breast squashed against the floor,
My hard nipples shamefully sore,
My sacred cleft, my fruitful lips
Proffered to wanton fingertips!

Whiteness masters her savage tongue
Tightness imprints its forceful song
Tremors arise, rhymes of longing
Along her spine keep echoing.
And now she thrashes and curses and fights
But only to compound her bodily plight
Flesh and crumpled cloth mix, musky scents fill the air
Throaty moans she lets out where once there was anger.
The Goddess heaves and bucks in the bonds of desire
Forsaken offering on a sensual pyre.
There she lies, invaded, lost to eerie clutch
Divine depths now revealed to the audacious touch.

One simple human touch, enough to surrender
And for a proud Goddess
To become a lover.

Nathan Dayspring 2006