Plaything

Do you see me or think less of me?
When I give into this wayward desire,
Or do you like me more for that side of me,
Does my surrender add more fuel to your fire?
And all in all as I give into you,
Indulging in the madness that you crave,
Yielding my will and my spirit,
When I enthusiastically become your slave.
And the frenzied look that’s in your eyes,
Is like a criminal mind who’s at large,
As I become acquiescent to the want,
Letting me know you’re the one in charge.
The light that peeks through the bedroom window,
Is bright enough to let me see and observe,
The look of passion and lust both enraged,
Dealing exquisite punishments I so deserve.
And I cannot breathe or let alone think,
When all sensations are aloft and in bliss,
Along with both the pain and the pleasure,
Submerged in the void of my own abyss.
And when I think I’ve found relief and release,
I’m reminded of the plaything I’ve become,
At the hands of my beautiful mistress,
Until she decides when my time has come.
  I belong to her and no one else,
  And in this I find all my solace.