Make me Yours

I can feel your hot breath

caressing my neck,

my pulse hot beneath your lips

as you lead me

into a world I've ever known,

pulling me after you

into the depths

of fantasy made reality.

Deep dreaming as we dance

together with a new desire,

and we are one,

bound together by our truth;

a truth the world longs for.

You teach me how to love,

breathing fire into my breast

and I beg of you,

soft, murmured whispers:

Kiss me with your whip.

caress me with your sting.

Make me yours with your breath.

Take my body.

Take my soul.

Master, make me yours!

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