She brings me pain,
and without ill.
In the best of ways,
she brings me chills.
She brings me down to a slower pace,
to a lower height and another place.
She makes me beg and makes me plead,
and scream for more to fill my need.
She fills my eyes with tears of joy,
I love that I'm her whipping boy.
My gift to her is all I save,
I give my all to be her slave.
I feel I move while chained and still,
for she knows how to break my will.
She's so much stronger it makes me sick,
she don't know magic and don't do tricks.
I count down minutes,
hours and days,
to be my DOMINATRIXXX slave
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dominatrixxx/
