Do I bring out the slut in you.?.
As you kneel before me, positioned exposed, your gift offered to me..
You anticipate my touch..
Head bowed, eyes downcast..
You wait..
You want so much from me..
Romance.. Love.. Noble feelings..
Overshadowing the animal lust that you crave..
The freedom of control you deny..
Is it a game you play.?.
Within yourself.?.
To deny, yet crave so.?.
Are you ashamed.?.
Then I touch you..
My hands roughly pull at your hair..
Your head goes back in my grasp..
Your heart begins to flutter..
so, it begins..
Your freedom starts to flee..
Your choices leave..
Your body reacts..
Your eyes are open..
You see into my soul..
You know that there is no romance..
Only the control..
Your heart beats faster as I abuse your body..
The pain you feel..
The animal lust builds..
Yet, you fight it so..
You scream, twist, and sob..
For the romance, love, and noble feelings that flee.?.
For your loss of control.?.
You want it to stop, yet never end..
You beg and shake..
Tears burn your eyes..
How can this cruel Man love me.?.
How can he treat me so.?.
You can not fight the pain..
You can not fight his control..
You can not fight your feelings..
You can not fight your control..
Your body reveals yourself..
Your nipples are hard and ache..
Your crotch is so wet..
Your insides aquiver..
Soon your mind is a blank..
Your feelings are free..
No guilt, only desire..
A lust uncontrolled..
No noble feelings..
Only cravings uncontrolled..
Only the animal inside of you..
Free to be..
In his eyes you know he enjoys your pain..
He enjoys the beast free..
He enjoys bringing it forth..
He controls it completely..
What game do you play.?.
When you hide the beast.?.
When you deny your lust.?.
When you want to control.?.
What words do you use.?.
"Whew, and thank you".?.
Or do you fearlessly speak the truth.?.
"Yes, Master.!. I am your slut.!."
Does this feeble atempt at poetry, express feelings you have (or have had).?.
Is there truth in my words.?. Observations.?.
