Sunday, November 14, 2010

yours to command

I kneel, supplicant before you
my will offered up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting your approval or reproach
the fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with your control
with every touch, kiss, word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
I quiver captured by heat and hunger
bend me to your will you who control all of me as you will
show me what you most desire and I will please
my purpose but to serve
through your dominion I find myself
You, the Master of many
my only, take me.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful imagry Trent, very sensual. Oh, and if I didn't tell you, thanks so much for all of the kind words on my blog. I truly appreciate it.