humble

some would call it darkness
to me it is the light
where fearful souls don't wander
or meander in the night
 
cuff me without caution
spank me till i scream
streak me with your belt Sir
it is of what i dream
 
drag me till i whimper
steel me in your chains
clamp me with a clover
or a golden showered rain
 
coat me with wax drippings
seal me with your locks
cane my ass with purpose
control me in the stocks
 
my body is your tribute
and every clasp i bear
with black lace interwoven
we mark another year
 
into carnage i do amble
within the smoke filled rooms
with scent of new worn leather
and humble servitude