In Appreciation
I called out to you,
into the quiet air of the room,
still musky from last nights union,
I am missing you.
Getting lost or camping out,
holding on and holding in,
I always seems to find you there,
standing in front or beside me.
offering your hand,
guiding me
in the right direction,
to self discovery.
Scented candles, making me hungry,
thinking of what to serve you this Eve'
whether on my knees or on my feet,
I am yours,
Submissive.
Lady Ariele 2004
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments - Click here to add a comment to this poem