The World at Her Command

A passionate woman. A perfect mind. An amusing distraction.
A deep appreciation for humanity. A dream. A fantasy.

The plaything. The confidant. The muse.
A love of words, of passion. Connection.

Owned by a Trinity. Revered by degree. At a loss for completion.
Through skin. Through words. Through memory.

A power even greater guides. The future's sacred trust.
Another Master. Another name.

A feast of responsibility.

Importance. Necessity. Self Reliance.
The world at her command.

Back Into The Mist

Hurt me and I’ll need you
Because I live that kind of pain
I will celebrate this emo
And go driving in the rain

Doing 90 and it’s midnight there
Screaming my favorite pissed off song
Having confessed your true importance
When I was nothing all along

You shrug your shoulders, stupefied
Saying pain was not your goal
But you knew what you were doing
When you tore into my soul

This kind of desperation
That I’m seeing in myself
Is strictly something coming from
Being put up on a shelf

I know you can appreciate
That I love how strong I feel
But each new time you blow me off
The pain is much too real

Fingers dial, baited breath
‘Should I even have made the call?’
Rejoice the anguish when you cut
With words I knew would fall

So, yeah, I AM pathetic
And this connection is a crime
But I still can’t help but wonder
How I became not worth your time

You asked me for my servitude
And I give it gratefully
Do your tasks with humble heart
Just so you’ll look at me

Hurt me and I’ll need you
Because I live that kind of pain
I will celebrate this emo
And go driving in the rain

Some day I’ll gain perspective
Grow a pair, and walk away
But even if that time does come
I’ll wish you’d just ask me to stay

Mutual Adiction

It is the way you use your words

The gifts of them you make
The compulsion I see in you
I’m not sure how to take

This type of true intensity
Has really played its part
Tattoos a mark I’m sure will scar
Upon my mind, and heart

I have never known someone
To give as soon as you
As much the best part of their mind
With purpose not untrue

I made you my owner
And now you are my pet
Epiphany has struck, My God!
My match may have been met

Unwilling to concede to you
The game’s more fun this way
I think I might enjoy this ride
See just how hard you play…

The Balance In Ownership

Precious torment, secret bliss

No sacrifice as pure as this
The gentle touch of ice or heat
No torture ever quite so sweet

He rules me with an iron hand
My sleeping breath at his command
The waking sound that fills my ear
Tells me again, that he is near

My dancing clit, my violation
I live for this sweet degradation
The blindfold sound, his hidden face
The precious limbo of Sub.-Space

My birthright is to be his tool
To beg the chance to act his fool
Our sacred trust, this desperate need
Each selfless gift negating greed

The things he has to think and be
Give the power back to me
I push he pulls. He gives I take
And when it's right our minds will quake

A climax sought, is not the prize
But truth behind each other's eyes