She said
“I can’t stop looking at your hands,
and thinking about all the ways
that your pain, and your strength,
Is written into every vein.”
“Please, take my body
as you have, my mind and my soul.
They have been yours all along.”
“Please let me wash away your day,
with every thrust of your hips,
with every grip of your hands,
let me take you where you belong.”
~
I whispered,
“What a good girl you are,
how beautifully prepared for your Master.”
For she had turned,
knelt on all fours.
Her last plea was with head
turned to look at me.
How could I resist her?
So, I came up behind her.
Seduced her with whispers,
Kissed her ear and neck,
So she felt my beard,
then my steel hard shaft
Press inside
hard
deep
repeatedly
Where her lust glimmers
I rode her slowly
powerfully
To the sound of her euphoric whimpers
and my proclamation of ownership
