Berlin, 1935
How soft his caresses were.
My heart beat against his breast.
Like velvet or fur.
My eyes felt the longing his expressed.
I yielded and felt my body yield,
It was like a dream come to life
Lost inside his strong magnetic field.
I would have served him as his wife.
The city lingered below us in the street.
Enthralled by his fearsome hardness,
I kneeled to kiss his feet,
A slave to his caress.
The night was over and he went away.
What more is there to say?