Thick Brown Leather

Here we go, a brand spanking new poem, partially inspired by Erica's recent post, and I threw in some Valentine's vibes. Also with a mini-challenge to write an Ode to Belt without mentioning the word.

Red thornless roses, petals drop
From sheer force of sweetest torture 
The sting, the bite, old chestnut trope
So many other ways to scorch her

The whitest shirt with rolled up sleeves
The snaking through and buckle sound
The darkest eyes that never leave
My face, my heart,  once lost and found

Of all the things that turn me on
The doubled over all-time winner
Thick brown leather, thanks a ton
Turns us into eternal sinners

The watch is ticking on his wrist
As loud as my heart is leaping 
Competing with the other beast
His arm will yield in nearing whipping

Of all the things that count more
The only one that really matters
To clean the slate, to set the score
And chocolate for quiet after