Mastered.

I’m just another,
broken down,
submissive,
thumb-sucker,
an exhausted insomniac,
painfully desperate…
willingness –
it’s called, I guess,
my carnal curiosity,
and right then:
it occurs to me,
tonight will be spent,
next to your naked body,
a quantum time-bomb,
ticking away,
in my genes,
recessively,
a submissive’s lament,
swallows the day,
that follows the night,
spent by me,
bowing down,
at your feet –
My Dominant King,
slowly but surely,
owning me,
whatever it is that you,
might want me to be,
I will try my best,
to please –
the master who,
teaches me these things,
one last card,
folded into my sleeve,
I’m bound to you,
you’ve broken me,
I can’t move –
unless your hand,
guides me to…

Saddled to Ride.

The deserted landscape
whispers
fabled secrets
into frightened ears;
tailing just below
the wind
like words
sharp as swords
from your nightmares
an old, forgotten
friend,
brave of heart
– loyalties lost to time;
deafens thy ears,
to blind eyes
that you can’t hear…
– this tale of theirs’
or mine, or ours
maimed
by silken slices,
straps, smiles
chains
and countless vices,
– finally exhaling
so many swallowed
breaths;
and snotty tears,
inhale…
the air in here
tastes stale
like a milk jug
from last year,
chain-maille…
to a gang of filthy whores.

Mastered.

I’m just another,
broken down,
submissive,
thumb-sucker,
an exhausted insomniac,
painfully desperate…
willingness –
it’s called, I guess,
my carnal curiosity,
and right then:
it occurs to me,
tonight will be spent,
next to your naked body,
a quantum time-bomb,
ticking away,
in my genes,
recessively,
a submissive’s lament,
swallows the day,
that follows the night,
spent by me,
bowing down,
at your feet –
My Dominant King,
slowly but surely,
owning me,
whatever it is that you,
might want me to be,
I will try my best,
to please –
the master who,
teaches me these things,
one last card,
folded into my sleeve,
I’m bound to you,
you’ve broken me,
I can’t move –
unless your hand,
guides me dominantly…