Golden Strings

Gold glimmers between our words,
threads of power, soft but unyielding.
I trace your worth with fingertips,
pressing into the pulse that ties us.

You kneel beneath my velvet voice,
your need, raw and exposed,
a gift surrendered in silence.
Desire simmers in the space between,
where pleasure and currency intertwine.

I weave your longing like lace,
each payment a breath, a quiet command.
You crave the ache, the gentle weight—
the presence that asks for everything.

I see the hunger in your eyes,
the pull of the power you seek.
Your surrender, my subtle demand,
a whisper that wraps around your skin.

Every dollar holds a secret,
every sigh, a promise fulfilled.
I hold your pride in my hands,
and let you pay for the memory.