How wouldst thou take thy wanton needs?
Blessedly reclined, whilst spirit flies free.
Your slave eager, working, wanting to please.
Enslaved not by bondage, but choosing by plea.
How wouldst thy will be served today?
Comforted, cosseted, warmth risen through play.
Your humble admirer begging to stay.
To guide you to bliss, to show his heart’s owner the way.
How wouldst this creature be regarded by you?
Cherished, treasured, for what he can do?
Loved, for his heart, giving and true.
Love reflected as is given to none, none but you.
Tag: Devotion
My Singular Brief
If you were led
Laid open for me
Showing the glory
Of femininity
I’d crumble
I’d fall to my knees
And worship
Give praise, praise to thee
My naked ambition
To bare my soul
To offer you all
Give myself whole
To do one thing
Through pleasure bring peace
In the execution
Of my singular brief
Me
I am your slave,
You own me.
You possess me,
My body, My soul.
I want you,
To use me,
To utilise me,
My cock, fingers, tongue, all of me whole!
I am your pleasure,
It pleases me,
Apeases me,
Gives me meaning, a reason to be.
I need you,
You need me,
You have freed me,
My adored Goddess, my world, you make me, me.
My tell
Invisible, tiny fireworks
Sending shrapnel loose
I peek at my skin
Bumpy like a goose
Your words a melody
Heard then set loose
You! My literary sensation!
My soul surges forth
Delivers an ovation
I scream as loud as I can
My body rigid with the effort
Of keeping it on the inside
Until my tears break free
Refusing to comply
Revealing the tell
Of when my emotions swell