The Perfect Gift

Were you to allow me to present the perfect gift,
It would be engraved; wielding tools of raw submission,
Feel me, as I slice into your core. Death deep. Gravestone.
My devotion, forever unscathed. Unequivocal.

One, perfect, final gift.
May I present, Your Someone Special? I have imagined her.
May I lay her, deservedly, at your feet?
Soft, honest, educated, demure, precious, and then some.

She would be slight, but strong. Fitted.
Full hipped, soft lipped, a small-waisted, yielding Princess.
Her heart, velvet-lined. Body, of bronze, satin invitation.
Her demeanor, all about you.

Eyes, like…tomorrow’s adventuresome kaleidoscope. Rainbow true.
Seeing no one, but you, in every dream.
Palms up, ever-willing to serve all your needs.
To present, and serve, your wishes.

Your deepest desire, come to life.
One to wash your soul, embrace your aura, crave your darkness.
I would give her to you, tomorrow,
If it would please, and exalt, you.

I know that you seek, and need, her.
The Perfect Gift is, precisely…perfect.
Yes, I would surrender that Lady, to you, in place of me,
And bury my selfish needs…in honor, of You.

If, and when, you need, and trust me, more deeply than Cerberus
I will be right here, guarding the gates.
I will guide her, in service, if you so desire,
To The One I hold most dear.

The greatest gift that I can offer
Is to quell my own desires
And serve the things You most wish and need.
I will watch you go…blow the goodbye kiss; if you might be pleased.