His Slave

He sits in his chair, a far away look in his eyes
His slave consumes his thoughts, her beauty,
her love, everything that she is to Him.

He dreams of things to do to her,
ways to torture her so sweetly
the lash of his flogger
the sting of his paddle
the sweet caress and smack of his hand

He dreams of ways to bind her
with his love and his chains
He will cuff her to his bed
Will tie her to his table
for she has chained up his heart
So he will chain up her body