The Cry in Her Command

   
   
Laying in wait for me to recognise    
That telling expression reflecting in her green eyes...    
Then, turning her back on me      
Naked on her side.    
Sensual curves defined.    
Dismissive. Defiant.      
As if I've misread the signs.    
     
It's time to take    
Time to break    
Time to make her mine.    
     
"Hidden places deep inside      
are hard to find    
I cannot give them willingly    
Take them forcefully    
Claim my soul,      
place it under your control    
With greater power possess me.    
For just a moment I want feel    
I have given you every part of me."    
     
I have to harden suddenly    
Assert my authority    
Pull her aggressively    
Press her soft body harshly against me    
Remind her of her feminine vulnerability.    
     
With no concern for her disconcert    
I forcefully thrust    
showing no regard for locked knees    
that do not invite me    
She must believe her only purpose is for me to take    
to do as I please.    
     
Roughly grabbing a fistful of hair    
I prolong the time to pull back her head    
Testing my strength, she starts to resist    
With deliberate ease I tease    
Mocking her effort for release    
Slowly bending her slender neck into a curve    
Giving her time to discern    
Her weak will I can bend with the same ease    
her body is defenceless against me.    
     
Her struggle begins.    
Straining to straighten    
My hand, her collar, clasps around her delicate throat    
constricting with her fight intensifying    
Pulling, gasping, choking    
Afraid of inflicting fragile flesh    
If she reached to pry from fingers, I would release instantly    
She never does.    
This is her struggle to relinquish control.    
     
Oppress. Constrain.    
She must lose this game    
Remove her choice    
I will put that cry of defeat in her voice.    
     
Never betray signs of succumbing to my own fever    
betray nothing that makes me seem weaker    
It would rob her of the illusion    
Her psychology will be lost in confusion.      
     
Over come    
Over power    
Bear down!    
Bring my hand down    
Hurt her. Give her pain.    
Make her feel helplessly constrained.      
Hopelessly restrained.      
Own    
Oppress    
Possess    
Break her open to take what's locked inside    
     
Growing slack against persistent vigour    
She displays submission, surrender.    
Spread thighs, exposed.    
Every part has opened, offered.    
     
And she cries...    
I'm broken down inside    
Brought to the peak of poignancy    
     
Her cry is a command that takes me from my feet to my knees    
In humility before my slave, my queen    
Willingly breaking apart, offering more than all her heart    
Abandoning herself to belong to me.    
     
In this moment it is she who owns me.      
Damned to love and lust    
Her body doing what it must    
In spasms and contractions...    
     
Her collar tightens around me...      
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* This image was sent to me via Facebook on 05/02/2015 without providing the original source. I am therefore unable to give it a reference. All credit due to the artist.