My Master

I walk thru the door
You are kneeling on the floor
Walking up to you
You tilt your head back
Waiting for the kiss
It does not come
He walks around me
Nothing is said
I can hear his breath
I feel his hand accross my skin
I dare not cringe
His rath I do not desire
His love is what I seek
His hand running thru my hair
He tightens his grip
Not allowing me to slip
His hand on my chin
I can only grin
He tilts my head
Is this what I desire
No, No, this is what I crave
His power is what I seek
But not for the week
He releases his grip
He whispers in my ear
Make it perfectly clear
You are mine
He moves to the front
Removing his cock
Take your meal my girl
As he thrust himself
Into my mouth
This is my purpose
This is my dream
To serve my master
Taking his seed