Giving

He is my need

This man to whom I now belong. He is my master and I am his

Willingly, I submit. He is a privileged escape.

I must earn his touch.

I know that now.

He is all I want

The craving to feel his touch

throws my senses. His scent

Lingers in every fiber of my being. His taste

hangs in the back of my throat, soft and silent

Emerging only in daydreams and secret fears.

An exiled punishment, a lesson learned.

A slave with too much time to think of

the disappointed caused by her disobedience.

Sent home shamed and wanting

the warmth of his body, receiving instead the coldness

of annoyance. The sweetest caress of lip to

forehead, a new loneliness learned.

It is in that moment that I know that his

happiness is my happiness. Expectations are

Fully understood. Cruel silence fuses with worry, stillness,

and longing. In one moment, realization—that this is not a game.

I am his to do as he pleases