You call me Master
My eyes move along your body
"What will I do with you"
That isn't the real question
What will I do
More like
"What won't I do"
Your body aches
Arching under me
As I hold you down
My teeth diging in to the soft flesh of your neck
Panting
The feeling of power as I mark the skin
All to see what I can do to you
Your moans fuel my lust
More
Your body squerming under me
My hands gripping ever tighter
Looking in your eye
Wanting to tell you
"You are mine"