She Is Mine

Mine

Naked on hands and knees she crawls to me.

She amazes me with her sexuality and her collar.

Eyes on the ground she never looks into my eyes,

She wills to be mine!

Wondering, her breath shallow her body still, she waits for me.

She wants to please me; she wants me to own her.

I see her body tremble in anticipation of the moment,

I am in awe of her beauty.

She wants to be mine!  

My arm extends toward her casting a shadow on the floor.

Her body reacts as her brain realizes it has started.

My fingers grab her hair roughly pulling her head so she can look into my eyes.

I see in her eyes that she feels she is mine.

I touch her cheek softly, so softly.

I feel her breath on the back of my hand.

Her nostrils flare as my fingers pass by inhaling the scent her master.

The silent power in my eyes assures her that she is mine  

Her world turns dark, she can not see.

She feels him close, so close.

A touch, a word is all she needs to feel wanted, owned.

Scared, alone and naked on the floor.

Her body rebelling, a throbbing grows within her.

She thinks she is mine!

Footsteps around her, she anticipates his touch.

 Her breathing becomes ragged; her mouth open as she quietly begs to be taken  

His touch like a hot knife on her skin, moving slowly.

Gently, deliberately touching every part of her body.

Teasing, desiring, lusting, craving,

She believes she is mine!

Losing control she feels him around her.

Her body wants his touch, needs his touch to make her whole.

Without warning he takes her.

His hands circle her neck pulling her into him

Sweating, breathing, moaning, climaxing.

 Her mouth dry, her body spent,

She knows she is mine!