A Slave To His Female Owner

A Slave to His Female Owner

1

To obey you,
To submit to you,
To experience in your way
For you,
And to look up at you
And see you smile down at me
And hear a couple of three kind words
Addressed to me,
Is my door.

2

When I kneel down before you,
Kneel in silence at your feet,
And bow deeply to you,
Humbly to you,
And wait
And then obey
And place myself to suffer in
Your savage, loving flame,
I am where I should be,
Where and what I should to be.
I am harvest in your flame.

3

Your lust illuminates my shadowy existence
The way stars illuminate the dead and dark sky.

That is the reason I give myself to you.
And one of the reasons I love you.

4

A candle in a bottle
In a basket made of straw
Tosses light around the bedroom
Into silence.
Darkness.

Fear.
I look up at your eyes.
I see a tiger
In your eyes.
I listen to your whip.

Listen to your whip.
I can hear it move.
Can hear it move!
Gathering and faster.
A whisper of speed.

And my world is all about pain.

Your left hand lies in a shadow.
The riding crop you hold points down.
Everything I'll ever be
Resonates for you.
And you purr.

5

I love just obeying you.
Just doing things for you.
Just doing stuff
And being stuff.
Just anything for you.

At least I wish I could do anything
And be anything for you.
Be your super slave,
Super-duper slave.
Slave extraordinaire for you.

I would fly like a model plane
Remote-controlled by you.
Endure a thousand lashes
Or a trillion volts
For you

But I cannot.
I cannot.
Please take me anyway.
Here I am all grounded
And all fragile as a man.

And I love you.
I adore you.
Please let me all the way.

6

I lie abed waking,
Or in front of the boob tube waking,
At two in the morning.
Or something in the morning.
I cannot sleep for dreams.

I cannot sleep for dreams about
Your eyes and arms
And words.
Your commands.
I adore your commands.

I love obeying your commands.
I do not really care
Exactly what the orders are.
(Long as they're this side
Of bungee jumping,

Moonwalking,
Contract killing.)
But that's a lie.
I do in fact care.
Do in fact care.

But I don't really care that much.
I want to please you.
You.
You you you.
Obedience is the means.

Guess who is now the end.
So I treasure the commands
That fall from you
To lucky me.
And will obey you.

7

You and I share a secret.
It is interesting secret.
The truth is ours.

Say we're eating out.
We're ordering the food.
And it is my turn to do motion of the mouth.

In what aspires to be a debonair voice,
I say... I say,
'I would like some more white wine'.

The waiter replies that that is fine.
And then he bows.
Then you capture my gaze.

And I notice that you are smiling.
Somebody else bowed not long ago.
Laughter in your eyes.

And when we finally land at home,
You shake snow off
At the door.

And you look bleakly at you boots.
And lift your head.
And lick your lips.

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