My Owner's Collar

The feel of Your Collar,
tight about my throat,
savoring the smell of the leather,
rigid, yet not confining,
the ultimate embrace,
a willing sacrifice to You.

Desiring nothing more than total
surrender to You, my Master, my Owner,
my body is Yours to use.
Grateful to be Your pet, Your slave
wanting only a chance to kneel for You,
to crawl for You, hoping for that praise.

Longing and lust burn inside,
a flame only You can extinguish
craving and need, without embarrassment,
an eager slave for Your desires
begging, show me the things I dream about
take me to the depths of Your world

Your Collar, painful to remove,
knowing it cannot be worn always
and yet the knowledge that it is still there,
perhaps invisible, a ghostly phantom,
closing my eyes I can feel its not so gentle grasp,
keeping thoughts of my Owner ever near.