A Slave's Poem

“Master,” she whispers. “Please take my hand,
guide me to the promise land.
Hold me close, please lift this veil,
but punish me if I fail.”

“My eyes, Master, can not see
a road without me on my knees.
I long to serve you and not tempt fate.
Please don’t ever hesitate.”

Kneeling here before him now,
his fingers stroke across her brow.
She can not see an end to this.
Her life is in submissiveness.

“Master, take me to the bed.
I’ll crawl wherever I am led.”

She looks up and see his face.
She cries, “Your lips I long to trace.”

“Let me drink the liquid heat.
Your gift, Sir, is a tasty treat.
My tongue will wash away all signs
of seeds that are like the finest wines.”

“Master, may I ride you now?
You’ve trained me well and I know how,
to take you on a flight tonight.
Please allow me to set things right.”

“To feel you buried deep within.
This temple where only you have been
is alone when you’re not here.
I can’t explain, but I need you near. ”

Her body joins his on the bed
and her voice begins to moan instead.

“Oh Master. Lover. Owner. Friend.
Please don’t let this feeling end.
Hold my breasts and twist my clit.
Oh God, Master, please don’t quit.”

The feelings are rushing over her.
Soon she will begin to purr.
The cliff is there; she’s reached the top.
“Master...Oh God... don’t you stop.”

She grinds her hips and bites her tongue.
“Sir, oh Master, may I come?”

He speaks the words she longs to hear.
They release from her the come and tears.

“Yes, Master all is for you.
You own my heart, this body too.”

She moves and he strokes her neck.
and the collar gleams in sensuous sweat.