An Old poem
Yes Master - ©'99 - by essence
It only takes the sound of your voice
Speaking to me in low whispered
Tones to begin in my body
Sensations which will
Overtake any
Reason
Feelings emerge .. encompass me in the
Throes of passion, wanting only
To please you and be your
Dutiful and willing
And obedient
Slave
Master, bend me to your will for
I am willful and wanton and
Wild and spirited and must
Feel the power of your
Hand taming
Me
Let me feel the passionate love
Of your favor or the passion
Of your discipline as my
Trust builds and my
Body finally
Yields
For it is in these moments of blind
Submission that my juices flow
And my senses explode with
The sheer joy of
Being your
Beloved
It only takes the sound of your voice
Speaking to me in low whispered
Tones to begin in my body
Sensations which will
Overtake any
Reason
Feelings emerge .. encompass me in the
Throes of passion, wanting only
To please you and be your
Dutiful and willing
And obedient
Slave
Master, bend me to your will for
I am willful and wanton and
Wild and spirited and must
Feel the power of your
Hand taming
Me
Let me feel the passionate love
Of your favor or the passion
Of your discipline as my
Trust builds and my
Body finally
Yields
For it is in these moments of blind
Submission that my juices flow
And my senses explode with
The sheer joy of
Being your
Beloved