I am Yours

How wretchedly perverse, your desires.."He spat"
hooking a finger through the ring at her throat
Drawing her closer with it, to hiss
yet how lovely you are...and I find myself drawn..
and He forced her to kneel there
And then, reaching down, hand entwined in silken hair
thrust her lips upon His dusty boot-top, to clean, and to worship
She commenced, He watching her,
tight smile on His face
but enjoyment running parallel as He basked in her submission
Pulling her up then
slight whimper from her
tongue darting to lap one last futile time
He began to bind her
slowly, surely
ever aware of her quivering;
and, feeling Himself harden, He growled
Pushing her to the bed
discarding confining fabrics from Himself
He took her,
all of her,
and roughly so;
how she adored Him,
how He filled her,
fulfilled her,
and it was bliss in creation,
and she uttered softly,
I Am Yours

--by CrimsonSoulFire