The moment I knew.

I didn't care:
I was your cunt begging for  
your spurting heat; let,  
let, let me cum. Sir,  
for you only. Should I care  
or say I didn't  
care for anything  
then, except obeying you?  
There is something clear,  
tangible, concrete  
and inalienable  
about being yours:  
quite subservient to you  
and your will. It makes  
me feel so complete;  
makes me cream your cock;  
for, in each giving over  
to you, sir, there is,  
and was true self. Yes,  
I'll do it for you. Only  
you. I can't get words  
out, for you've taken  
my breath; and my heart just pounds  
between eager legs.  
"Who spread her legs?"  
You ask. You did, sir, the first  
moment I knew you.