In the glow of autumn’s golden light,
We gather together on this crisp, cool night.
The table is set, the feast laid out,
But our private thanks takes a different route.
The clink of chains, the velvet’s caress,
Whispers of surrender, a will to confess.
Bound by trust, a bond unseen,
Our love’s a dance both dark and serene.
The turkey waits; the pies can rest,
For the hunger we sate is of passion’s best.
A playful nudge, a gentle sting,
Thanksgiving takes on a brand-new ring.
Gratitude flows in a tender embrace,
Fingers tracing lines on a submissive face.
Power exchanged, a gift to hold,
Love wrapped in silks, both daring and bold.
Between each course, our secret delight,
Shared in the quiet of this starry night.
No need for words, just looks that say,
“I cherish you more with each passing day.”
So here’s to thanks for the paths we’ve crossed,
For finding a love where nothing is lost.
In laughter, in whispers, in pleasure’s sweet sting,
We celebrate us—our Thanksgiving.