His possesion

HIS Possession

I am His possession

Not quite His obsession.

I am possessed exclusively by Him

My life is to obey His every whim.

Owned totally and completely without inhibitions.

If He so chooses to be put on display, a wonderful exhibition

Held in His control… belonging….

Filled with longings

My desire is to listen to His commands,

Never hesitating to follow His demands.

Kept teetering on the edge by Him

A willing participant to His every whim.

I am His slave, His slut, His whore,

I could never ask for more.

There's an unbreakable deeply binding bond between this Master and His slave,

He always know what is I crave

It is all-encompassing, wildly passionate, loving and true,

Without it this girl wouldn't know what to do.

I am completely enchanted and captivated by Him and His love.

Giving and taking, never faking

Without that this slut would be lost and alone

Wandering in her isolation, a lost soul

Totally out of control.

I am possessed by Him

Under His complete and utter control

I am His love, His pet, His plaything,

Kind of like a puppet on a string,

In return He offers me my wings.

Above the world I fly, and when I return to earth it is in His arms I lay.

Why? Because He wouldn't have it any other way.

I am His possession.

Not quite an obsession.