And Still by Anonymous

(dropped in the confessions box)

And Still I am Alone...

I look about me and I see joy and happiness,
They have stories of what they have done,
Glorious recountings of submission and pleasure,
And I envy them with a fire that consumes me.

I hear it in their voices and see it in their faces,
The release and denial all part of the same,
Their bond strengthened as surely as they are bound,
And I cry that I have yet to feel a single word.

I thought being owned would be more than this,
That there would be more than a casual knowedge,
That there would be time with the one who owns my heart,
And still I am alone.