Calling your name

as each letter

slips and slides

off my tongue

The seductive visuals

of getting you off

have begun

Touching your

Venus fly trap

with my taste bud

making your goosebumps

flip the void

until your river

runs and floods

Submit to my strength

of my passion

With my permission

she said

All of me is His

owned body

mind and soul

His property

to do with as

He wishes

Bruised or

bent

I'm His

He sees me

as His good

and precious little whore

Yet His gaze

tender on the brink

cherishes His queen

I aim to please

serve His needs

Because at His feet

I'm home

~

To me he is extraordinary

He's making my heart pound

He is anything but ordinary

In his chest,

Is where my deepest

feelings can be found

Chained tightly to his aching soul

Forever we are bound

Confession of a silent mind

Not a peep

not a whisper

Not a single sound