I'm weary from the battles

I'm weary from the battles
that rage in my head
I may lose my way but still
you seem to understand
for now and forever
I will be your Master
for your beauty consumes me
not only physically
but mentally
for my eyes deeply behold your beauty
as does my lips
as does my hands
as you kneels before my lust
eyes cast down posture is perfect
my pleasure comes from more
than just my touch against you
it comes from within knowing
that you give yourself to me
that you have entrusted me
with your submissive to me
and as my fingers tease your sensitive flesh
my arousal does not comes
from this sensual act along
it comes from your moans
knowing you belong to me
for my touch is your freedom
it stirs your spirit knowing
that I am your Master
and as my erect member
slips between the juicy folds
of your womanhood
I see the red marked from
my belt on you’re a.s.s
and I heard you breathe my name
and my orgasm does come
from your silky grip
but also from your heart
beating in time
with mine your master