Brace Yourself- Reckoning Imminent

[in****]

He stalks the room with visible intent,
Eyeing the tools of his trade,
I’m kept waiting, oh the delicious ***…
Relishing correction of mistakes I’ve made;

Her eyes follow my prowling movement,
This is our favourite charade,
Quiet as the reckoning is imminent,
Silent admonishment, no loud tirade;

Which area of my body will he choose,
To bring about my reprimand,
My heart beats like demon’s hooves,
I yearn for discipline at his hand;

It’s time… brace yourself, sweet soul,
Hushed determined steps as I cross the floor,
I stand behind, fixated on her feet soles,
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a Lion’s roar.

Brace yourself…

[in****]

I wrote this off the cuff this morning and it escaped me that Fet disapproves of the word “***”. So for any curious souls reading, that’s the censored word in line three.

[in****]

And it appears l cannot even write it in the comments 🤦🏻‍♂️, so it will have to be left up to the imagination 😊.