Mine

         
He grabbed her from behind      
Placed her hands in cuffs      
Bent her over the bed         
And whispered  softly, "You're mine."        
                
She smiled for she knew what was to come
They had loved like this many times before
His words, his actions one they would become.
                
She loved this man, loved their playing  
He was good, kind and without a doubt 
Sexier than hell, simply amazing.
                
When he looked at her with his dark eyes
She knew he meant what he said
No argument from her, no questions or whys.
                
He didn't like games, obedience was for sure
His discipline was fair but sometimes harsh
For his lady, his love,  his bedroom whore.
                
She tried to give him all that he demanded
All that he desired,  his fantasies played out
His kisses, his spankings, her teeth gritted as they landed.
                
She was his in every move, every stroke    
There was never any doubt
That her passion he could stoke.