Devotion

As he holds me tight, twisted, bent to whims of his passion,
Bending me back, arching me sharply up, offering myself to him
I say it, panting, grating out the words between clenched teeth,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I kneel at his feet and I must resist the urge to press my lips to his cherished flesh,
Awaiting his permission to touch, to worship, to engulf him with my devotion,
My mouth, hot and wet, flooded with hunger, trembles with anticipation,
I think it, the words sing in my heart,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I bend and contort to the demands of the ropes, stretched and vulnerable to his will,
Blind and helpless, awaiting the scorching, abrading pain,
And finally, as the agony washes me clean and pure again,
I scream it, the words tearing at my throat,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

His body crashes into mine, shaking me, jarring me, his hands selfish and demanding,
I am crushed, thrown about by the winds of his passion, pierced to the heart by his lust,
Feverishly I grasp at his body, struggling to meet and match him
I cry out the words, each one a groan of effort,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

Spent and weak, empty of everything but the sweet knowledge of my devotion,
I lay in his arms, safe and sheltered, recreated, reborn, fresh and new,
I cling, yearning for his strength and look into his eyes,
And sob out the words,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”