Indentured Intimacy

Reluctantly hidden,
my closeted thoughts and memories
give ample room for new leather'd toys.

A central theme dominates
my every waking thought. . .

my Love!
 
My heart emanates, restraints
and at present
my mind is wrought
for I can think of nothing else
she who has dominated me
my all, my being & emotionally.

Upon me, she's whipped a spell;
Intuition and all my sight
I'm living a romantic tell!

A minute touch of reciprocation
a tender moment ever brief
a whisper of, " I love You "
is cause for celebration.

&  I am certain
my heart would melt
or sear
&  either way
I willingly
become
her slave