he can see Her now,
Right there in front of  him.
T/they sit T/they talk,
And T/they laugh.
he is a sub without a Misstress,
She is a Mistress without a sub,
But still N/neither makes a move to show desire.

As he looks at Her he sees,
the power behind Her beauty.
he can hear it in Her voice,
And can see it in Her eyes.
he sits and listens to Her with a smile.
his eyes fixed to Her own,
And as he watches Her lips and Her eyes
his mind wanders.

his mind floods with images and sensations,
he feels Her nails run down his back,
And the cooling droplets of blood they bring.
he longs to feel the sting of Her hand,
And he aches for Her control.
he wishes so badly to serve Her and do Her bidding.
Hers and Hers alone.

And then he wonders.
Is the beauty before him thinking these things as well?
Does She desire the services he can provide?
But for now he just wonders,
Afraid to make a move.
But oh how he longs to serve Her.

So sits the sub.
Wondering.
Dreaming.
Hoping.