The embodiment of temptation

Severin, a fur fetishist, wrote me this poem after our first session in early spring.

To Madame Lule, wearing a fur coat,
I'm writing you these fervent words.
Severin, your humble servant,
Fascinated by your splendor,
I dedicate this ode to you, as an offering to your candor.
You look enchanting in your fur coat,
Like a tableau vivant, with a disconcerting grace.
Your presence emanates a bewitching aura,
And my heart, subjugated, declares itself to your servant.
Madame Lule, you are the Venus with fur,
A goddess of lust, love and adventure.
Your elegance is a call to submission,
And my soul surrenders to your every intention.
The soft caress of your coat on your skin,
Awakens in me a longing, a burning, new need.
The fragrance of fibers, imbued with mystery and seduction,
Guide my thoughts to lands of ecstasy and passion.
Madame Lule, I kneel before your charm,
Your burning presence consumes my senses, disarms me.
Please accept this token of my love and devotion,
Because, in your presence, I lose all sense of reason.
Let your fur coat become our sanctuary,
Where desires and pleasures merge without borders.
Severin submits, with delight and delectation,
To your supreme power, your domination.
Madame Lule, a bewitching and mysterious woman,
Under your fur coat, love becomes a muse.
My heart, my body and my soul are offered to you,
Because you're the furry Venus, my only landmark.
Let this ode express my passion and adoration,
For you, Madame Lule, the embodiment of temptation.
May you, in your precious fur coat,
Leading my senses to ecstasy, to the most audacious love.