Upon the river’s gentle flow, they glide,
A dominant and submissive side by side.
Beneath the sun’s warm, dappled light,
They journey forth, their spirits alight.

But hark! A transgression breaks the peace,
And the dominant’s command, now must release.
They pull the canoe to the river’s side,
Where whispered secrets and shadows abide.

With paddle poised, the punishment begins,
Each stroke a reminder of the sins.
Yet as the water laps against the hull,
The transgression ebbs, the heart’s turmoil.

For like the river’s constant, steady flow,
The discipline washes, lets forgiveness grow.
And though the punishment was stern and true,
A primal, whispered thrill they both knew.

In the secluded bend, away from prying eyes,
Their connection deepens, passion on the rise.
For in the risk of being caught, they find,
An irremediable, intoxicating kind.

So they paddle on, their journey not done,
Knowing that beneath the sun,
Their bond grows stronger with each stroke,
In the whispered secrets that the river spoke.