Meadow One

Made love in the meadow
Cancer ate her face off
Childless. Contented though
She enjoyed being useful
For the one she called 'Sir'
He adored her inseparable
Trained her, lovingly devoted
Repaid by her obedience
Placed in a collar, leashed
Whatever would please him
Sir doted on his adored slave
With love cuddles thrashings
She took it all proudly
Admiring his work on her
Together in front of the mirror
Thanked him for his attentions
Bright red stripes some blue
Scars for her lasting memory
Some he buried with her
No couple were ever closer
Made meaning for their lives
Where family or real estate
Might do for vanilla couples
At a party he instructed her
To attend without clothing
Underneath her velvet cape
So he might take advantage
Of her modesty on demand
Her primal compliance deep
Thrilling needs never dimmed
For both until the end came
His safe collar lovingly worn
She slipped off now disfigured
Sir's beautiful creature gentle
Holding Master's warm hand
Contemplating his own end
Luck and his joy now through