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