Submitted by Roxana Bergen
“Shhh my beautiful boy”
I quietened my soulful moan........ to a quiet whisper
“That’s it” she commanded “Just breathe”
She knew me......knew my body
Sometime better than I did
My balls are full.......heavy.......they ache
Ache for the moment of release
For my Ladies pleasure
But that would not be for a long time
For even though the night is young
I am lost in time to her.......to her will
I am her slave........her puppet
I am the outward expression of her inner desires
I am the blank canvas that she paints with her colors
The colors of her passion.....her wants....her desires
My only hope is my Lady looks upon this canvas favorably
When the instrument of her creativity lays scattered and spent at her feet
I feel myself grow cold as she walks away
Taking her warmth and vitality with her
For a minute I feel heartbroken............abandoned
Lost and alone
My bound eyes do not let me see what my ears hear
As she returns, she brings back my entire reason to exist.
I am hers.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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