Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.
Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.
I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.
I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.
With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.
And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.
Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.
Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.
I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.
Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.
I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.
I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.
With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.
And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.
Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.
Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.
I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
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