Master

Is it that when you touch me, I feel it in my belly like a cluster of butterflies thrashing in unison?

Is it that I become a puddle at your feet when you say my name?

Is it that moisture seeps between my thighs when I feel your breath on my neck?

Is it that when I touch myself, I close my eyes and imagine your tongue blazing a hot, wet path up my slit?

And when I come, is it because I'm trembling in ecstasy for you?

Whatever it is, know that you command me.

You are the ruler of my body, the keeper of my soul.

And when you take me, amidst the sweat, the slickness, the shuddering breaths, the raw heat,
I am at your mercy, Master.

And I hold on tight, happy to be going wherever you are taking me, your faithful servant transformed.