Ownership

Take my hand and give me your heart
I want everything not merely a part
Of all that you are and all you possess
I’m selfish that way, I readily confess
 
A boy of my own to keep close at hand
A boy who to others appears as a man
But alone with me in our secret location
He serves me completely, without cessation
 
In my presence, in this sphere
My voice is the only one he hears
My wants and desires he takes as his own
He sits at my feet as if I sit on a throne
 
“As you wish, my Queen” are the words he does say
When he kneels before me at the end of the day
His only wish to submit on his knees
To earn my touch and know he has pleased
 
What appeals to me most is not his stance
Although it appears so at very first glance
And it’s not in the words he whispers so sweetly
It’s the knowledge that I own him completely