At Her Altar

It was in the way you said 'No'
that turned up the heat
Sweat beading on my brow
Another cage in which to place
my pacing desire
 
All I wanted was a touch
But the sign that flashed in your eyes
made it clear  
You were closed to my business
To twist the screw like this
is the most illustrious torture
I could hope to endure
 
Delicious like thick, dark chocolate
pouring heavy
I can feel the sweet oppression in your words
Your tone, surprising
Surpassing my expectations
I've never felt such want for your dominance
Nor did I ever think this dream
would come true
 
You set me to your tasks
with a word of warning  
not to disappoint
Lipstick on thick
Eyeshadow forestalling your  
narrative of this night
Intimately preparing you  
like a sacrifice
 
You chain up any claim  
I may have had to you
On the stone-phallic altar  
of another, greater beast
One that lies like a predator
awaiting your moments of surrender
 
I bring you your things;
revealing clothing,  
accentuating accessories,
and a perfume that simply, silently screams
'Fuck me.'
But the message in that bottle  
was never meant for me
I've made a small mistake
Something tiny and obscure you knew I'd overlook
And you were quick to bring it to my attention
with a sure and wicked smile
 
You ponder for a moment
and decide on my single punishment:
I will stay behind tonight
Alone with the knowledge  
that my Goddess will lay prone,
inviting another, greater, beast  
into Her lair.
Turning up the heat to leave
a tribute at Her altar
A worship pouring heavy,
thick and exquisite,
Sensations so intense
that their shockwaves rock the very foundation,
collapsing walls within.
 
Once all is said and done,
she will lock the door upon this cage
in which she has placed my pacing desires
and only she will hold the key.
It will hang on a delicate, little chain
around her neck
Perhaps, never to be used again.