The sound of his whispers so deep and firm,
I listen close to it as I sit and squirm.
I feel his kisses and nibbles upon my neck,
and I turn into a quivering sensual wreck.

Giving into what every his sweet whispers say,
even though at times I know I will pay.
He whispers he loves me and will do me know harm,
and convinces me to believe him with all of his charm.

He continues to whisper as his hands roam my sides,
waves of lust fill me as sensations run like tides.
The bit is carefully brought up to my face;
he carefully wiggles it and puts it in place.

He continues to whisper his words so softly into my ear,
as I know he is constantly telling me there is nothing to fear.
His breath plays along my neck as I feel it so hot;
to run I know this is one thing I can’t and shall not.

He has me in his grasp with his whispers so dear,
letting me know he loves me and is very near.
He whisper what a good girl you are to hold still,
and as the gloves go on I feel a slight thrill.

My arms are raised and tied high up over my head;
only by his whispers do I not fight as they are lead.
He whispers you are mine now to do as I please,
I can punish or leave you or constantly tease.

There is nothing you can do to get away from me now,
except for one way but I need not tell how.
For you already know this as plain as the day,
I cry… I miss your whisper is now all I can say.