Devotion

Like a rumble in the distance all day, thoughts of fear and pleasure, of playtime,
Fill my mind until the thundering in my ears becomes a moist downpour below.

My preparation becomes a meditation. Indeed you are as a god to me.
Body ripe with expectation of being delightful enough to hold, strong enough to hurt.

You become a singularity of focus on all that is masculine, power and dominance
energizing a universe of obedient sensuality found simmering under the quiet surface.

My resolve to satisfy your requests, erotic demands, peaks as tingling I feel
your eyes devour my flesh, savoring each inch with appetite ferocious yet controlled.

Now as the reckoning arrives, intently I listen to your every move, my own stillness, my resource.
The heavy breath and occasional sighing from your lips, my reward.

Cool metal clasps my skin but devotion locks my legs open. Blind love, blindfolded,
considers how sides collide to form the man whose pain I carry, unraveling complication.

Revealing worlds unseen by others we create games together like childhood playmates
in shadows, edges are met, lines crossed, boundaries blur.

In the light, your words of love are a meal to my heart, but here, a sting from your hand is my soul's nourishment.
For I am chosen by You and belong to none other.

In this place, our twisted exchange, is as necessary for me as for you.
When my tongue is sharp and responses slow, know I am called to your punishment for completion.

Satisfaction running down my legs and coursing through my veins, I am ever drawn to Your eyes which lock me, your arms which hold me and your words which drown my fears.